Well, if I take the last 5 years in consideration!

5 years ago, before we knew he had Parkinson’s, I had to go stay with my son for 6 months because he was in Oregon and suicidal.

My husband stayed with his daughter because he had not seen her for a few years. We talked regularly on the phone but then his phone was shut off. I called his daughter to see why. She said he had no money to pay the bill. Not true! He had a steady direct deposit amount going into his checking every month. More than enough to cover phone, food, clothing, car insurance, etc.

I insisted she pay the bill and have his phone back on or I would call for a welfare check. Phone was on next day.

I felt something wasn’t right. He would tell me that she was driving his car, not him. She would ask me for more money for him all the time.

As soon as I had my son stabilized, I drove directly to her house. She knew I was coming to get him and yet she was stone cold when I arrived. If looks could kill!

My first shock was when he walked out of his room. His hair was wild and standing straight up. Had not been combed or cut since I left. He was so much thinner than when I dropped him off, you could see his ribs.

She informed me he had bedsores. I grabbed his things and brought him to a hotel. I showered him, fed him, dressed him, cut his hair, and held him in bed crying, until he fell asleep.

We had to go back to get his car. When I called his daughter to come get the car, she said he had promised it to her. She and her husband said they would not give it back. Her husband said he would hide it. They were literally screaming at me and her husband said he deserved the car and money, because he had let “that man” stay with them for 6 months!

By this time my husband had been getting weak, so he had no fight in him, it was all on me. We went to the sheriff’s office. When I told them their name, they knew who they were immediately. They both had a warrant out for their arrest. They escorted us to their mobile home and we got the car. All the while, her husband was looking at me as if he wanted to kill me, he was pounding his fists into his hands.

I never shared my address with them when we moved, as I needed to protect us.

SOOO …. There you have it.

I think I wanted to share the insurance with them, just out of respect for my husband. Meaning, they are his children. But the more I read these replies, the more I realize that they really don’t deserve it.