More Mother-In-Law Trouble

It was only a few months ago that my Mother-In-Law's mental issues caused a strain on the family. If you read back to August, you'll see how it got and what I wrote probably only covered half of the total events surrounding what happened. However, things got better and the house was starting to get back to normal.

Until a few days before Christmas.

As I was finalizing the previous post, "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever," things happened back home that caused turmoil right before the holiday, a time when the positive energy in my home was at an apogee. What a joy to get home from work and feel the family energy and have it pick me up even higher place. I am grateful that my work life and my home life had reached this state of positivity. I felt like I could manifest whatever we needed, such was my gratitude and the support of the positive energy around me.

Within that tableau, my Mother-In-Law took all of her medication at once in an attempt at suicide.

When I got the call at work, my first action was to use all my knowledge of the Law of Attraction to manifest her survival. I stated it and believed it and she survived, though she was obviously hospitalized. At that point, the details started coming out.

I had known that my wife and her mother had some disputes, but it seemed like the normal stuff that happens when different people live under the same roof. Then her group therapist called the house, wondering why my Mother-In-Law hadn't been to group for a while. In fact, her attendance had been sporadic for a little while. My Mother-In-Law told us she didn't feel like it. We reminded her that that was a condition of her returning from her most recent issues, which she didn't seem to register.

The next day, the therapist told us that she had admitted to experimenting with her medication, saying that she felt better and didn't think she needed it. Doctor after doctor have stated that the medicine was to be taken, as prescribed, for maintenance. As you might imagine, that didn't sit well with my wife or me.

Then, a few days before the holiday, my wife called and snapped at me, saying that I needed to pick up when she called, even though I was at "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever" in which I had switched my cell phone off, as asked, to watch the movie. Her negativity was caused by yet another blow up with her mother. I called the house to speak with my Mother-In-Law telling her that, for the good of the household, it was time she moved out, which was already a condition of her original return.

That evening was tense, unfortunately erasing the majority of positivity gains of the last few weeks. She stayed in her room and I didn't speak to her at all, figuring that, by lowering that boom, she wouldn't be in the mood to speak with me.

The following day, I get a harrowing call from my wife. She said that her eldest, my stepson, had called because my Mother-In-Law came out of her room saying that she needed to call 911 because she had just taken all of her pills. After the call, my stepson called my wife and told her what happened. She, in turn, called me. That's when I vibed for my Mother-In-Law's survival.

But the story takes another left turn, which I will write about next time.