Team Chaos
Lovin' The Homestead
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I'm not really sure how to title this thread. I lurk and read here a lot- I really appreciate how genuine people are (rare on the internet) and I am really struggling with keeping my balance and maintaining peace. Here's the deal: I'm a 33 yr old married woman, 8 yr old daughter; I have been involved in my grandparents' care for the last 7 years. My grandfather died in January. I farm on their land, as I'm here every day- up until a few weeks ago, I was here overnight most nights too*. My aunts are constantly fighting and playing crazy and have never been able to do any more than squabble and fault their parents for daring to get old. The newest push is that they want my animals and gardens off the farm. My grandmother, a farm kid herself, loves the animals and is proud of the garden. I specifically got approval from both Gram and Papa before I so much as set a post in the ground years ago. But, the daughters have dollar signs in their eyes and they want me out. Mind you, they are not willing to give any time helping Gram stay in her own home- no, my sister and I can do that- but they want to swoop in and call the shots to "protect" their inheritance. In years past, the aunts have flung paranoid allegations that I'm only helping so that I can get the farm etc. and that couldn't be further from the truth. That's not who I am and I think it's a disgusting and terrible accusation... not to mention a ridiculous one, considering that gram and papa had their wills written before I was born and they directed the farm to be divided among their children. (I don't mean that transition to sound flippant, I'm just trying to keep this somewhat brief)
We have a good life here: my daughter gets to know her great grandma, Gram gets to stay in her own home, I've gotten to spend more time with the people I love most in the world and give back to them, we've gotten to farm- to grow food and delight in the animals' antics. But I know the clock is ticking down. Sometimes I think I should sell off the animals and till the gardens under now, so that it's on my terms, but then I think I'm cutting off my nose to spite my face. My husband has the opportunity to transfer with his work from time to time and we've talked about just putting our farming goals on hold until we've seen this through, then leaving the area completely and trying to get our own land ( I'm not banking a full time paycheck because I've got care taker responsibilities so savings are almost nonexistent ) but if there's one thing I've learned it's that nothing is promised and life needs to be lived every day, not shelved for "some day" and I worry that we won't get another chance.
I don't know. I feel so blessed, I work hard to stay positive, but I feel like I need to come up with a plan so that I'm not so open to injury when the aunts decide to swoop in and rage.
Any input, advice, life stories- anything- is much appreciated. Thank You for reading this.
We have a good life here: my daughter gets to know her great grandma, Gram gets to stay in her own home, I've gotten to spend more time with the people I love most in the world and give back to them, we've gotten to farm- to grow food and delight in the animals' antics. But I know the clock is ticking down. Sometimes I think I should sell off the animals and till the gardens under now, so that it's on my terms, but then I think I'm cutting off my nose to spite my face. My husband has the opportunity to transfer with his work from time to time and we've talked about just putting our farming goals on hold until we've seen this through, then leaving the area completely and trying to get our own land ( I'm not banking a full time paycheck because I've got care taker responsibilities so savings are almost nonexistent ) but if there's one thing I've learned it's that nothing is promised and life needs to be lived every day, not shelved for "some day" and I worry that we won't get another chance.
I don't know. I feel so blessed, I work hard to stay positive, but I feel like I need to come up with a plan so that I'm not so open to injury when the aunts decide to swoop in and rage.
Any input, advice, life stories- anything- is much appreciated. Thank You for reading this.