So, my mother in law passed away in April 2011 due to cancer. Since then, it has become apparant that my father in law is not the person we all thought he was. When she died, there was alot of money on the table, left to be divided. He ripped us off. We took what we got and forgot about it…it wasn’t worth fighting for (well, it kinda was), but based on morals we didnt. Two weeks after she died, he told us that he needed to go and find someone, not a gf, just someone he could spend time with to help him cope. Two weeks after that, there was a new woman. She is now living in the family home. We refuse to speak to her, but are never rude. Many fights we have had over her. But more recently, we decided to investigate buying a house. When my fiance told his father, his reply was “what happens if jess can’t work anymore?”. My fiance replied with, “Dad, she is fine. And you can’t live based on what if’s. This is a risk every person takes when buying a house, not just people with MS.” He then replied by saying “Yes, but what happens when she turns into a vegetable”!!! Are you for real…thats really helping with our positivity! Not to mention the fact that you are my father in law, and now i have to know that when you look at me, you see a girl sitting in a wheelchair, unable to talk, move, feed herself, and needs her ass wiped and help showering. That’s just great. This is coming from a man who up until a month ago didnt even know i have MS. Since Sandra died, he has visited once. He ruined our engagement party by sitting crying at the table all night, and when asked by my fiance “wwhats wrong” he said “I’m crying cuz Julie isnt here!” (Julie being the new woman, whom we told was not invited, and if she were to step anywhere near the place would be asked to leave.) Anyone else have these problems?! I just can’t stand people who label you. It’s like my grandmother. WHen I told her I have MS, she was a blubbering mess. I was like, “So, my test results have come back, and a new lesion has shown up…so I officially have MS.” (then the tears started) “Now before you get all upset, there is lots of treatment out there Nan, and there are different severities. Mine is mild. Just look, I’m walking and talking and everything is fine. It’s just a disease, like your osteo…i’ll deal with it.” “Oh, you have to do the treatment jess, you have to blah blah blah” “Yes Nan, I intend to!” “What do you have to do, tablets??” “Um, no…daily injections”. Then she lost it again. I said to her, please don’t be sad…i’m not sad…its an answer nan. Be happy that they found it, and now I can deal with it. Since that day, she wont talk about the MS!
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