The anniversary of my husband (Fran) death is less than a month a way now. It’s scary that Alison and I have been away from him for this long. We both miss him terribly. Easter is quickly approaching, which is the last holiday we shared together as a family. I know that Easter is earlier than it was last year, but I will always associate the two. What you don’t know is I don’t own the house we live in. The house ownership is under his sisters, and they are giving me a lot of grief along with the losses this year that I have endured. I am working with some organizations and joining the local community church that I’ve been attending. They are giving me strength to see the light and find a new place to live. Unfortunately, my daughter doesn’t understand any of this. She is confused why her aunts would want to hurt her. I’m sure someone here might have been in a similar way as me and this it not a fun place to be in. I am worried about all this. It’s time to release what the darkness is and why I have been writing some dark posts. I am trying to cope with everything, and they tell us they care about us just to be stabbed in the back. I feel like I fell into their trap and my daughter, and I are paying the price. This is the only place my daughter knows as home. I have been scrambling for a few days now as I was ambushed in two meetings about where I live. I first had to get over the anger before I could find out our opinions. I was caught off guard by others to take my emotions out of this – that is not easy to do either. One sister has wanted this for years if I didn’t have my daughter which is their niece I would have been out of here months ago. I am not writing this for sympathy at all. I am writing because it gives me hope and strength. I am also finding others that can help me through these trouble times. If I write about darkness and don’t get scared, I don’t plan on doing anything dumb. I am trying to find the solutions in a screwed-up world.
