Things got worse before they got just bearable!

First off let me thank everyone that takes time to read my blog! Heres hoping that you folks had an enjoyable time this December with good food, good friends, and fellowship. Our house was filled with the joy of the season.

Now the rest of the story!
The Friday following the invasion of my flat farm, my oldest son and I loaded my truck with our gear for a relaxing three days hunting at the hill farm. We pulled out at about 9:30pm and arrived an hour later. The first clue that something was amiss were the fresh vehicle tracks in the new snow. As I rounded the turn in the driveway I see lights on in the cabin and two vehicles parked in the driveway. What the fuck? Silly me there is only one key to the place and that one is in my pocket, so I think.

Well I take back almost all the nice things I said about my BIL David. He is in the cabin with his son Matt and two guys I do not know. I am off the hook angry. When I asked him how he got in he informed me that he had a key made for himself when I let him use the place last summer. Stupid or balls the size of an elephant? Dave had asked me several questions over the phone a few days earlier as to what days I had to work, when I would be hunting again and such. I did not tell him very much as I felt it was none of his business and I was not being too open to any in-laws after the deal at my flat farm.

There they are sitting at my table, eating my food from my fridge and I look over to the wood stove and I see dents in my new floor where they used the maul to split kindling wood. This is the spot where I lost it. Dave's keys sat on my nice antique oak kitchen table. I smashed the ring with the splitter maul and retrieved the key he had made. Thank God I hit the table against the grain and only left a wound and did not split the thing in half. The four of them loaded their stuff in record time and left.

My nephew was the only one man enough to call me the next day. He told me his father had lied to the two friends he brought up there that he was half owner in the place and after telling the lie did not know how to get out of it. I do not think he has that problem anymore.

I HAVE RESOLVED THE PROBLEM!

Staying angry is consuming and not good for you. Christmas Eve we go to my dear old Mother-in-laws every year and I used this opportunity to get clear. I used her phone to call two of my brother in laws as they would not answer when I called from my phone. It seemed they were not coming over until I left. I told them all the same thing, "Get Over Here NOW." When the group was assembled I informed that I would talk and they would listen. First I revoked any right any of them had to be on any of my property for any reason at any time. I got clear with how much it hurt to even have to say theses things to people I had trusted. No one has told me they are sorry so I assume that they are not

Where it stands now.

I am no longer the free lunch. Only my sons, my friend Jack, my ex brother in-law Tom( x of my wife's sister), and myself will be hunting my properties. Unless some amends are made the rest of them can pound salt. But at least the anger is gone. Long time stewing is baggage I will not carry. You really can not fix stupid.