okay okay

please understand my frame of mind when I wrote my last post, in case it comes to light.

Pat is a lovely woman, literally, I loved this woman when I lived here decades ago.

She got older, my mother got older, I got older.

No matter what you love your mother.

Pat really does have some kind of legitimate right to this place. She welcomed us here, helped my family in every necessity, gave of herself in so many ways.

It’s a pearl of a property. It was the home of Mr.Trexler, after whom Trexlertown is named, and every other road in town. It was a large farm, cut down to about 27 acres when my family moved in; then they subdivided it into 5 lots. I think that my father still owns three; they own 1 and someone else owns 1.

The house was up for sale and her kids had the money to move in. It just felt a little…awkward and I…speculated; which isn’t always the right thing to do.

They are locals, I don’t know if she is PA Dutch but I guess it is must be something like that.

And BELIEVE ME I know how my mother can be.

I just feel a little threatened by the husband, her son-in-law. He is rather aggressive.

I never really met them, and both times I tried to handle efforts to make that right it back-fired horribly. I feel extremely threatened myself. There does not seem to be any good will way to resolve this. And Pat also seems to have turned against me. It is a very difficult situation considering my precarious situation her given the MH history et cetera et cetera. She–the daughter– is some kind of MH worker and that makes it WORSE.

I can only pray. I really need to and I wiill.