As if it wasn't bad enough that my husband died 24 days ago....

His father, has broken into our house at least twice. There may have been more times, but I've only caught it twice. I can't call the police, because there are no witnesses and they wouldn't be able to do anything anyways because of that fact. He admitted to the first time, but he wouldn't own up to it any subsequent time. He is pathological and scary. I hate this man...

I spent nearly $100 to try to keep this man OUT of our home. I spent countless hours trying to install all this crap, which was a lovely reminder of how my husband is gone. This was not my area of expertise. This is what HE took care of and could have done it in like 20 minutes too probably. It made me sad...

Both me and my mother-in-law received a call today. From a woman my husband unfortunately dated 8-9 years ago. This woman was a stripper, she is a liar, she is a cheater, she is a conartist. As is her whole unfortunate family.

When they dated, she slept around on him. She was crazy. She had herpes and didn't tell him for months. She would just refuse to let him touch her or see her naked every so often for about a week. She caused an accident while he was driving, by jerking the wheel of the car when they were driving about 80 mph. They rolled...several times. She's lucky she didn't kill them.

My husband's family believes she and her brother are responsible for attacking and therefore causing my husband's brain injury when he was 20 years old. They believe they thought they'd killed him, so they bolted. He ended up with a metal plate in his head, memory problems, his drinking intensified, problems holding a job, problems with words. Who knows how many of his other issues were intensified by this one event in his life.

After they officially broke up for the last time, she called to tell him she was pregnant and it was his. He asked for a paternity test (given her history for sleeping around). She refused. They went their separate ways. Rumor had it that she tried to pin the kid on a bunch of different guys. No one bit. She resurfaced a couple years later. Again, he asked for a paternity test. She refused. Same pattern repeated a few more times. She never once called his family about this supposed child that was my husbands. She never once complied to a paternity test. We thought she wasn't really sure.

Fast forward to January or February of this year. We run into her mother. She insults my husband. Tells him he looks old. Also tells him, that the kid isn't his. She said this several times.

Fast forward again to today...

My father-in-law takes a phone call from her. She wanted to speak to my mother-in-law but she was busy. According to my father-in-law, she just wanted to know what happened, if he said anything about her before he died, wanted my mother-in-law to call her back.

Message from her at my house. She went on and on about how much she loved him, how she's glad she has a 'piece of him' because she has his daughter, she tried to compare our situations because I'm pregnant, mentioned that she knew we were married, said that she was just trying to get a hold of my mother-in-law because she thought maybe she'd want to have a relationship with her granddaughter.

She is only after money. If it was really about a "granddaughter" knowing her "grandmother", why not before my husband died? Why not take the damn paternity test forever and a day ago? You think that just because he's gone forever that you can worm your way into this family? Think again.

This family is crazy. It feels like waiting just to see how far she will go to get something and benefit from my husband's death. MY husband. MY love. MY everything. MINE! Not hers. Not her daughter's father. He was not anything to her. And he hated her. Absolutely hated her. So did his mom. She has said several times and I quote "I don't even care if that kid IS {insert husband's name}. I don't want anything to do with them." Fat chance of a relationship there.

I wish they would all just leave me alone and just let me grieve. Let me be able to focus on the pain. Of knowing I'm not going to be able to see him, hug him, kiss him, talk to him, just be with him ever again. Stop messing with my life and causing more stress and more hardships. Stop breaking into our house. Stop trying to tie yourself to my husband and my family. Just stop. You don't matter. Only he mattered. And he's gone.