My work requires some after hours work to be done for clients at times and this particular one started at midnight. We didn’t complete the work until around 6 am. I didn’t go to sleep and went back into work but that night I went to bed around 7pm. About 8pm I got a call from dad. I almost didn’t answer, but decided I better. It was her and she told me that dad was admitted to the hospital with heart issues. She said she tried to call Crystal but she couldn’t get a hold

Justin and I did stay at the hospital most of the day. The next day , I knew that Dad would be dismissed from the hospital so we both went to work. Dad texted and I had left my charger in the hospital room. I told him I would run by and get it. But then he proceeded to text a bizarre string that confused us to the point I was convinced she had his phone and was texting. It said: "I was wanting to tell you I know y'all was texting each other and I don't know if it was good or

The title of this post is the only way I know how to express how I feel about the next thing that happened. I had borrowed dad's tractor to shred my land and was taking it back to him. As I pulled in, the gate was already open. I started to pull the tractor in and find the best way to back it in. Her son started walking over to my truck. In my mind I thought he was going to ask me to put the tractor in a specific place or whatever. I rolled down my window and to my shoc

Justin called me and told me about what happened with her son. Ironically, we (Johnathon and I) had been there at Dad's just moments before her son arrived. We passed him on the road and didn't know that Justin wasn't far behind. Of course, we had no clue what was happening. Johnathon said that she popped an attitude with him when he got there but Dad told her to go in the house. It was a blessing that we had left. If we had been there when they got in Justin's face, Johnat

So, Christmas time was awkward and hard, but we enjoyed the time we had with him. We told Dad that we didn't want anything for Christmas, especially because of the statements he made about her having to help him buy presents. We told him it wasn't about the presents and we just wanted to spend time with him. He insisted and I get it. He asked what we wanted, and we gave him very minimal ideas to keep things simple. We sat through multiple conversations about how her son is b

It never starts where you think it does. It starts with family fights—arguments that aren’t really about one moment, but everything that’s been building underneath for years. Questions get asked, and instead of answers, things get louder, more defensive, more divided. Then everything shifts. There’s a reset phase. A glimpse of promise. Things calm down just enough to make you wonder if maybe—this time—it’ll be different. But that feeling doesn’t last. Because then come the st