She sounds like the kind of person who would walk into your house and make herself at home, given any opportunity. Make sure all unused doors are sealed. Even the back one in the basement.
Make sure all windows are closed for the near future, upon leaving the house. If you have a way to lock 'em, lock 'em. Someone like that will think nothing of going in through the window.
Ok, so I caught up with my brother last night, so I got the scoop. Apparently, she has been living in TN for a couple years now. Niece is sure it is her, based on her knowledge of the family and their conversations. Brother and I are convinced it is her based on her behaviour. The reason Niece doesn’t have her phone number to give to my brother is that J apparently recently changed it to a non-published number (very typical behaviour).
Knowing the woman as I do, it is my opinion that she has been having this weird relationship with my niece to try to fish information from her about me. Niece had no information, so she decided to end the relationship (hence the phone number change). Brother will be making sure to let niece know that she is not to discuss me at all with J if she ever has contact again.
My kids have been briefed and know that they should call the police immediately if strange older woman shows up. I very seriously doubt that that will happen, because 1) while our phone number is listed, it is in husband’s first initial, last name (niece doesn’t know Husband’s last name, she has a very bad memory), 2) our address is not listed, 3) she’s been around for a couple years and hasn’t found me yet. Ok, maybe 3 is iffy, but it does make me feel a lot better. Googling me results in about 18 hits – not one is actually me. Apparently there is another person with my name in TN who raises and shows horses. Hmmm.
A.R. Cane – no, she did not face anything. The reason for this is that she called my teacher the first morning before I got there and told the teacher to “be sensitive” with me, because I “had gotten into a fight and had a black eye.” The teacher took my mother’s word and never asked me what happened. The few friends that I told knew enough of my home life that to say anything to try to get me help would result in a much more serious injury to me and kept their mouths shut. I will try to find and scan my class picture from 6th grade when I get home – it was taken 2 days after the event and is just gorgeous, lemme tell ya! Now, to be fair, I am only “blind” in my right eye with both eyes open. The vision was messed up pretty severely due to the injury, but my brain adapted to the issue of one eye having 20/25 vision (my left) and the other 20/60 (my right) by simply ignoring the right eye. It is technically a “lazy eye” – completely untreatable due to the passage of time. I have looked into it, and been told that treatment would be annoying and likely useless. does it affect my day-to-day life? Not much. I went through a period of massive migraines because of it in 7th, 8th and 9th grade (bad enough migraines that I was given thorazine at one point) but then I adjusted. Life goes on, right?
Thank you all for the kind words.
Nava, my mother should be around 60, I think. Her weight has always fluctuated a lot. That is why I don’t know that old pictures would be helpful. From 40 to 60, I would imagine the difference might be more pronounced than it might be from say 60 to 80. I donno.
Mouse_Maven, I have said it before – I feel your pain when you post about your mother. Honestly, I sometimes seriously think that one should have to get a license to even be allowed to have kids. But then I remember that most people think my mother is a great person and was a wonderful mother – they only saw what she wanted them to see. Manipulation – it’s what’s for life.
BMalion – actually, yeh, I did think she would blind me. I spent most of my youth wondering when and how she was going to kill me. Heh. I never underestimated her, trust me. She once opened my car door while we were on the interstate (55mph) and told me “the smartest thing for you to do right now is jump.” She may actually have been right, but I am a stubborn shit, so I am still here 