You girls know I'm trying to do the right thing here. I'm trying to hold my head up and stand by the morals and principles I believe in. But, right now I'm having a tough time not picking up the phone or hopping in the car and getting my hands on a piece of shit who shouldn't be allowed to breathe much less procreate or participate in society. My mother-in-law has terminal cancer. It's in her brain now. Her left arm is paralyzed. She's in a wheelchair. I thank God that she is meticulous about her finances, medical care, and already has all the arrangements made for her inevitable passing. What is she terrified of? Dying alone. She's got a lot of remorse and regret and she's no angel. My husband and I are making arrangements to move her in with us. She might as well live the rest of her time surrounded by family because with the obvious exception of my own mother and a few others - no one deserves to die alone, uncared for. Today she called my brother-in-law. He's been gone for 8 or 9 years. I haven't seen my nephew since he was three. I've never met his two other children. But, I understand their life has not been easy because my brother-in-law is an abusive, sociopathic, religious zealot and if he had the brains that somehow Fred Phelps had managed to get a hold of - he'd be just as bad as that hate-mongering church is. He called her back. He was cruel. He offered no comfort, no compassion, nothing. Sad thing is that if he thought for a moment he might inherit a penny he'd have kissed her ass from here to kingdom come. But, she doesn't and being the good little Christian he is - he turned his back on her. He had twisted reasons. He's sick. And, he's going to have the rudest wake-up call when he hits the pearly gates. If not sooner when his own children abandon him pissing himself in a rest home. I hope I can get pictures or video. Sick bastard. Nope, as usual asshole. I'll step up with your brother and I'll take care of it all and I'll take it on and I'll clean up the mess - just like I did when your father died and you hung around long enough to grab anything of value so you could sell it. I'm just glad your pathetic backward wife doesn't want the furniture.