Welcome to hell!  

Thank you for your kind words. I laid in bed trying to come up with a good reason to get out of bed. When the only good reason you can come up with is that you need to pee, it's pretty pathetic!

I am wondering why I am staying around. It's bad enough getting up each day with the horrible physical pain...but to get up and be scared $hitless that the phone will ring and it will be more about the damned sewing machine....

I have posted a pix of one of the bears that I made for a raffle at my college. It was drooled over by everyone who attended the seminar. People bought extra tickets in hopes of winning the bear. What was so wonderful is that one of my favorite instructors won the bear! I loved designing the bear and making her. Sewing has always been something I love to do, and now I don't want to EVER touch the stuff!!! I just looked up at pictures taken of me with one of my favorite bear artists, Steve Shutt, and the tears are freely flowing again.

When my Mom died this woman became a second mother to me. I would move heaven and earth for her, I have been there when her husband nearly burned himself to death, when he and my boyfriend had a motorcycle accident, when she was in the hospital and when she needed medical help in a hurry. I have always been a loving, honest, respectful person to both of these people and the pain they inflicted is enormous.

I am trying to come up with a reason to continue. I'm falling short. I am tired of the constant pain, the fight to survive on disability income, and now trying to placate an insane woman. I am sooooo close to chucking it all, and either moving to an underpass away from the world, going crazy and getting it over with (only coming up with new material is really miserable), crawling under the house and living there (except with my luck the house would fall on me).

I'm not a weak person. I lived for 10 years with a brother that started molesting me sexually when I was five and stopped when my parents threw him out of the house when I was fifteen. Not only did he sexually abuse me but he physically abused me, I was never without bruises all over my body...from black eyes to the worst black and blue butt you had ever seen. He threw knives at me, pointed guns at me and pulled the trigger (I never knew if the guns were loaded or not), and at the end he tried to strangle me. I drew strength from all that abuse and have always been able to fight back...but now the fight is gone. To have someone that I respected and loved like a mother impune my intregity...to accuse me of being so dishonest and hateful as to switch sewing machines on her....and then to tell me that I sold her machine and that it would be just like me....

Sorry, I'm just going and on and on. I need to get busy and pack up my sewing supplies. They all may end up on Ebay, I can't face sewing with the memories of this woman and her hateful, belligerent accusations and her hitting a man who also has moved heaven and earth for her, it's too much to face!

Thank you for the kind words...It's like a hug, and I need tons of those at this point.

I hate to hear someone going through all that.
And my God to have lived through what you lived through... I never considered that I had a particularly easy life. But it did not involve abuse from family, Thank God- You are a strong person to have made it through that and because of that you can not
give up now.
I do understand what you are going through now- I had that same anxiety after confronting my boss. Hell, every time I have to see her or talk to her, My stomach is in knots- because this woman is Bi-polar and I never know what to expect.. Is it going to be a good day or a bad day.. Am I going to say something that will get me fired?? -Because I WILL stick up for myself!
But what I really want you to consider... because I have done this myself...
Is to write her a letter saying what you just said to me.. (ow, wait- I know you may not want to Give it to her- you want nothing to do with her.. and the fact is you don't HAVE to give it to her.. (IF you don't feel like it- after)
But Just Write it! Tell her How you are hurt.. how you can't believe she would even say those things when you have stuck by her, when you thought of her as a second mother..
Honestly, I have done this so many times and I have felt so good after just pouring my heart out..
Then If you want to wait a day or two- Reread your letter.. And see if you might think it is worth sending. Sometimes it is... Sometimes It all blows over in the interim.

But It has helped me Lots.. I usually don't send the letter.. but years ago in the case of my boss with one of her OTHER episodes.. I was so upset.. I wrote this letter and I told her in a meeting that I had it..
Of course she took it as a threat.. (my Proof) And once in a while she still throws it in my face.. But It helped me to know that she now knows I am not going to be bullied by her! In all honesty I found the letter again a couple years ago and threw it out-- but she doesn't know that. LOL

I hope you feel better and try to think of other things.. there are many more pleasant things in this world than crazy old ladies.. -Like your Wonderful, Silly CATS -that make you laugh!

Bill, my boyfriend, said the same thing about not giving in and letting them win. That they are bullying me just to get what they want. I am in bad enough physical shape that I can't take the crap from the neighbors. I haven't been able to eat all day, I've been crying continuously, and I have nearly gone through an inhaler because of the upset and stress.

Then add the terror that the neighbor man is going to come and start more trouble... I have raced to the door every time the dogs have barked to check and see who is coming. If it's the neighbor I keep trying to figure out where to hide. That's a wonderful way to live in your own home!

I suppose I should try to get some sleep. I can at least crawl in bed and cry myself to sleep...big thrill.

I know Exactly how you feel, I have gone through situations similar to that before..
And I understand about the inhaler too.. I have asthma and it gets so bad when I get stressed.
Do you have any Ativan you can take for anxiety or can your doctor give you some.
I don't suffer from it too much myself but every once in a while I would and a friend of mine gave me an Ativan to try and WOW, that stuff really helps calm the nerves.. Not so much so that you feel drugged or groggy but it really did help me when I had anxiety attacks or when I was having trouble sleeping (because my mind was racing) I would take one before bed and I felt so rested when I woke up.

Thank you! Ahhh, another Life in the ER fan! I watch that program every night!!! I have learned so much from that program especially about stroke and head injury victums. That's how come I realize that the woman has either had another serious stroke, or she has dementia and it has progressed very very rapidly. It also could be from hitting her head in a fall, she's fallen quite a few times.

Her husband sat with his back to the whole episode. She has him seriously cowed at this point. What interests me is that my doctor, who I called for the tranquilizers, is also this woman's doctor. He immediately asked his nurse to pull the woman's chart, which isn't normal in most circumstances. The one thing I do get the feeling of is that the woman isn't going to be with us too much longer.

I guess what is really "odd", is that I had saved enough money to bid on the same model machine on Ebay. I won the auction, the machine was shipped, and I received it in pieces. Fortunately I had it insured and the Post Office paid the insurance, but that money went to pay other bills. After the hurrah, I called my best friend to be with me while I was in town. She was ready to come out and take the woman apart. But she kept her head and she is loaning me the money to pay for the machine. So, I guess in the long run it works out because I get the machine and I know it is in good shape. But, it might be closing the barn door after the horse gets out. I don't want to touch the machine or sew again. I have always loved sewing, but the woman totally pulled the rug out from under me and has me ready to list all the stuff on Ebay...sewing machines, bear making supplies, fabrics, accessories--the whole works.

I know it's one day at a time. Right now it's finding a reason to get out of bed. This morning it was because I needed to go to the bathroom so badly. That's a pretty poor reason for getting out of bed (well maybe not, who wants to change the sheets?) I wandered through the house wondering why I am putting one foot in front of the other...I have constant pain, my ears are ringing constantly, I am barely surviving on my disability, and and and...

Thank you for your prayers. It's like getting the hugs I so desperately need at this point.

Don't let this unfortunate incident affect your joy in sewing and creating. Give yourself some time to get over the shock and horror of it all.

For your own sake, I hope you can forgive her, realizing she is obviously not in her right mind. This was her illness acting out. The real personality would no doubt be horrified if she knew and understood what she did.

It's too bad we aren't neighbors, I think we could have fun doing projects together, and you could use one of my machines any time. :-)

I wish we were closer too, I would love to have someone to sew with! I miss having Mom with me, we would spend hours sewing and I would hear her "oh $hit" and know she needed help. I would be by her side in a heart beat and was able to teach her so many sewing tricks that she had never heard of. I took care of her machines, helped her select fabrics (I helped her keep from making terrible mistakes in buying fabric that was 90% filler- it would have become just threads after a washing) and choosing patterns. I miss a sewing buddy so much!!! You sound like just what the doctor ordered to make a broken hearted sewer better. You already have started to heal my heart. I touched the sewing machine in question and started to cry all over again!!!

Thank you so much, and a cup of virtual tea and hugs back to you. I am just thankful that my instincts kicked in and I didn't become confrontational about the situation. I just took the crap and cried when my boy friend collected me in his arms when the situation got worse. It is going to take a while for me to get my "sewing" legs under me again...but right now all I am concerned with is getting the situation under control and not start to shake when the dogs give their "someone is in the yard" bark. Each time I heard it today I wanted to run and hide! If I keep feeling this way you may find a new neighbor coming your way.

What do you sew? My Mom never realized what would come of her taking me to the fabric store with her when I was three. The owner would bag up a bunch of trims for me and I would take them home and make little purses and things for my dolls. I started sewing real stuff by the time I was 8 and started designing when I was fifteen. I now design and make teddy bears and design the clothing for them. On occasion I will design and make clothing for me. I found fabric I want to make shirts for me for this summer...so maybe I'll get my feet under me again soon.

Thank you so much for your support, hugs and that cup of tea! How did you know I drink tea like a fiend? I love Bigelow Vanilla Caramel and Peach tea in the summer. Although a cup of peach tea sounds good right now. I'll have to check the cupboard.

I had a wonderful time sewing for my kids when they were little. I made some adorable little sunsuits for my little girl when she was two. Cute little tops and matching bloomers. You remember, I bet! When my son was an infant, I used the patterns in "Sew for Baby" by Kirsten Martinsson (sp?) and made him an adorable tiny baseball stripe outfit with little pants and a baseball jacket style top, all in a t-shirt knit with baseball stripes. All in size three months! I still have that one in my cedar chest. I've done a lot of sewing my own clothing over the years. I am built like the proverbial little teapot, short and stout, so commercial stuff just doesn't fit me well.

Back in 9th grade, I actually made myself a suit. Remember back in the late '60's when flowered suits were in? Well, this is a suit of dark green with pink flowers! And the jacket was lined in pink and had bound buttonholes. I did a nice job! It's in my cedar chest, too.

Nowadays, I'm nowhere near so ambitions. I like simple patterns that go together easily and quickly.

I have sewn for friends in need, too. I met a woman on the Internet, we became close friends. In 2000, I flew to Texas to visit her for three weeks. It was the first time we met! I quickly ascertained that her wardrobe consisted of one, count it, one dress. Period. I ended up buying an inexpensive machine -- from the local Bernina store. It was about the same cost as to rent one! And we went to Wal-Mart and bought inexpensive fabric and a pattern, and I went to town. She liked watching TV I didn't care for, so she would do that in the evenings, and I would sew like a fiend! Her mama lived nearby and she had a stash of fabric, too. I left her with about six nice dresses, and a sewing machine. I didn't want to take it home with me, mine was much nicer. I sent her more in smaller sizes as she lost weight.

I loved sewing with my mom, too. I miss that so much!

Where do you live? My husband and I are starting to look around for places to move to when he retires. Do you like where you are? We can't afford to stay here, in the metropolitan DC area after he retires, so we have to move somewhere less expensive.

I have already lived through the worst. As I posted in the first response to my discussion. I grew a great deal of strength from the troubles of my early life. I have been able to handle a LOT of stuff, including being raped the week after my divorce was final...by the exterminator that came into my apartment to spray for roaches left by the previous tenants. Each time something horrible has happened I have been able to face it head on without the deep pain I am feeling from this attack.

The one thing I have always said, NEVER say things couldn't get any worse. They always will. It is like having the dog pee on your favorite shoes. You tell yourself things couldn't get any worse and then the toilet backs up all over the floor after you have had a severe case of diarrhea in it.

This is one thing that has really hit me in the gut and I'm still perverbally picking up the teeth that the woman kicked with her insanity yesterday. The only thing that could make it worse right now is for her to call the law on me...knock on wood she might just do that!

Thank you for your response...

I want the problem settled and out of my hair. She is the kind of woman to NOT let things be and the dust to settle. With just dealing with the constant pain every day I don't need some woman climbing my back about a sewing machine that I never owned in the first place.

I am fairly sure that she either had another serious stroke or has dementia and it has rapidly progressed to the point that she is getting violent and mean. That's another reason I want the problem resolved immediately. I plan to have my boyfriend deliver the money, along with receipts for them to sign. I want proof that I paid the money back. One copy is for their records and the other is for my records. It will state that I have purchased the machine back. That I did NOT steal the machine, sell the machine to someone else, substitute an inferior machine for the one that I originally sold to them or in any other way tried to swindle them. I will only accept signatures from both of them. Since the wife isn't totally there upstairs, I want the husband to sign too so that I have a mentally competent person acknowledging that they were paid back for the machine that I originally sold them.

What is the worst part is the way I feel about sewing. I am so ready to give it up and get rid of all the craft and sewing stuff. I loved sewing and as posted in the picture in response 1, I love designing and dressing the bears I make.

Thank you so much for your kind words. I knew that if I went on the Lot I would get the e-hugs from my friends on the lot. At this point, when the only reason I got out of bed was because I needed to go to the bathroom, there is little reason for me to keep going... and the Lot has helped a LOT! Thank you again and again for your words of wisdom and comfort.

I wish I had the money to help you out with your bills! Nothing is worse than worrying about having necessary utilities turned off. Have you checked with Salvation Army? They helped me out with my electric bill just after my Mom died. They are very understanding non judgmental people.

I also wish I was there to give you a hug and try to help you with the bad day you had. We look back and wonder how we got through the day, why we had such a bad day, and hope like crazy that the next day won't be so bad.

The doctor I called has been my doctor for almost 30 years! He is always there to step in and help out. I even have his home phone number. I was at a friends house when a migraine hit. It was so bad all I could do is lay there and vomit. My friend called the doctor at home and he raced to her house and injected me with the necessary medication to take care of the migraine. He stayed by my side until he was sure that I was okay. If he wasn't able to help me out, I would have gone to the ER. I knew I couldn't make it through the night without something to help control the emotional overload.

I don't have much, but if you are that close to losing your utilities, I can help some. It sounds like you have gone through your own version of hell... but God's hand is on your shoulder and he is there taking care of you. Hugs and a cup of tea back at you! Muuummmmm, Vanilla Caramel...maybe peach....

Your kindness made me cry but in a good way! It meant so much to have someone who had been thru such a horrific day as you had treat me so kindly! Thank you from the bottom of my heart and soul.

I suffer from panic and anxiety attacks and have since I was 19 so it's been a long long time. Generally, when I could work, I had insurance and had meds to ease the anxiety and the bad days were doable. I also was born with hip and back problems.

Right now, I have no meds and I am struggling against the odds but I know that I will make it with God's help. Last night I was so exhausted and anxious and I took a med that wasn't mine thinking it might help ease the issues and I could finally get some sleep.

We all know how much better we are when we have some rest! If I hadn't been so exhausted from fighting the good fight I would not have taken it but I did and here's my happy tale...note the sarcasm.

And at first everything was okay and I took it with some food but then after about 2 hours, my heart starting racing wildly and then almost stopping it was horrible. I was dizzy and light headed laying down so I called 911 which I have never done for myself in my life. I was truly scared my heart might stop...and I do have a heart murmur from birth.

They came and the meds made me so lightheaded I fell 2x's getting to the door to let them in. I had to go back once to get the keys since I have been dead bolting it by key since the Oct breakin.

There was like 9 of them which was beyond absurd. They asked me if I was trying to kill myself and I said no, I had run out of my meds, had none and no money to get them so I took x and thought it might help me with my anxiety and maybe help me get abit of sleep. But now my heart is racing, I have a heart murmer and I am dizzy as heck. They took me to the er, and I had never been to that hospital before.

After about 10 minutes I needed to use the restroom so they could get a sample, I realize they put me on a locked mental ward and were going to do nothing to check my heart which is what I was so scared about with the racing and why I called them in the first place. I was also exhausted so completely mentally, physically and emotionally that I just kept crying.

When I got home and had some soup, I looked up the med that I had taken and really researched it and found that so many of the symptoms I had were severe side effects from the very drug that I told them I'd taken!!!!!
The racing heart, dizziness, crying jags, headache, backache, unsteady balance all listed by the AMA as side effect but no one considered any of that or did anything to help me!

Long story short, I was there over 7 hours, they took me in my nightgown and bathrobe, the only other thing I had with me were my house keys. When it became clear that I wasn't likely to get any help for my heart but they wanted me to stay to see the psychiatrist, I explained that I had to leave so that I could go and somehow arrange to get my electric bill paid. They couldn't tell me if I'd see the psych person in the next hour or the next 10 hours. They had taken my pulse once and yes it was racing and my blood pressure once. Could they have given me meds to counteract the drug I took yes, but they didn't!! And no one checked my vitals again.

I am terrified that I will have no electricty come next Tuesday morning, I already got a 5 day extension from them giving me time to sell or pawn the 1 nice jewelry item I have which isn't all that valuable but it's a diamond bracelet and I might be able to get the $250 needed to keep my electricty on. It was like none of them could comprehend the fact that I couldn't just sit there and wait and wait to see a psychiatrist who would might give me a script that I would have no way of filling!!

When I could be home doing some market research which I do get paid for, listing items on Craig's list to sell cheap and trying to call pawn shops about my bracelet.

So they let me sign out Against Medical Advice. And that was it, I had no money, I was in my bathrobe, nightgown, no underwear and they didn't even give me wheelchair assistance to get to the out door.

Just pointed me to where to go. I was able to at least call a cab driver that I have used and tipped very very well in the past and basically trust to come and get me. They did allow me to use their phone as I had no change. They tried to give me directions to get to a bus stop. when I told them I can't even manage to walk to the end of my driveway never mind get on a bus that will leave me off over 2 miles from my home. And I have no money to get on the bus and it's 11am and I'm in my bloody bathrobe!! Blank stares as if I wasn't even speaking English..Incomprehensible to me.

The cabbie said he'd be there in about 20 minutes so I struggled to walk to the exit, was really having a tough time since my pain was so bad so finally a security guard took pity on me and got me a wheelchair and pushed me the 60 feet or so more and I sat at the exit and waited. And knew that Satan was very strong and I felt like Job.

I have never in my life been treated so badly by so many so called medical professionals. My heart is still doing odd racing but I feel now it's in God's hands. It's been over 24 hours since I took the med but it was an extended release one so it's still in my system. I will never call that hospital again. If I die this night, it's God's will and I will accept it since I have no other choice. If I wake tomorrow I will continue to fight the good fight as best I can. My faith and devotion to God has never wavered and never will!

When I got home, it was to find that some male used one of my bathrooms, left the seat up and a puddle of urine on the floor and down the side of the toilet. When I went to my bedroom it was to find many drawers opened and things gone thru. Things left out and all over my night stand. I told them what I took and still they searched my house without my permission or knowledge.

They left a bedside drawer open and when I finally got my shyest cat to come out from under the bed, I see her paw has some dried blood. Well, an open drawer and a curious cat can be a bad mix. She had checked it out and cut the pad of her paw on a metal comb. Not badly but still.

THEN I see someone BROKE part of the headboard that has decorative wooden trim. LIKE 18 inches snapped off and I doubt it could be repaired easily.

So not only did the Emergency Staff let me down but so did the Police. I am in shock still about how badly this went. If you met me, you'd see immediately that I have a physical handicap and maybe take that into consideration when judging if I am not to steady on my feet due to a physical limitation. Mostly it is the severe back pain that stabs me at times that makes me abit unsteady. I wasn't high or drunk just having a major reaction to a med that I never should have taken. I knew the date, address, president, my name etc all questions I answered appropriately but I couldn't stop crying.

So I had no way home and now I owe another $25 to another person, the cab driver who came and got me and helped me inside my home. And my back pain is worse from all the sitting that I did and I am appalled at the whole thing. Cab driver is angry since I told him I couldn't pay him immediately but would in the next few days. Him I could basically understand being not so helpful or understanding as when I called I didn't tell him I had no money. No other cab driver would have taken me home in my bathrobe, nightgown with no money upfront!

I have an appt with my lawyer for my disability claim tomorrow and he's already met me once so I'll tell him this horrible series of events and see what he has to say. I am going to try and change it to a phone meeting since I have no way of getting to his office now. I trust in God but no one else here in this State to help, not the hospital and certainly not the police. But I was born a fighter and I will get thru this somehow, some way by God's grace.

There's my vent and you know what I do feel abit better. I am going to try and get something to eat, some soup maybe and try to get a few hours of sleep before I start the fight all over again.

Do you have a pay pal account? If you do, I can give you some money to help. It won't be a lot, but I can help you out. You need it more than I do. (Read Welcome to hell part two, I just posted it). I think God had me check your response to get me past what I was planning...it's still in my mind, but I want to help you out first.

Also go to a site called Wish upon a hero. Get registered there and post a wish. People out there do help others...

It's been sooo funny, as I have been crying my eyes out over this mess. I am about to hand over everything to the neighbors to satisfy their greed and desire for money. There is no giving a person a chance to explain, and my boyfriend Bill informed me tonight that the woman had slapped him across the face!!! When the husband started in about the situation and then changed the subject in mid stride, Bill brought him back to the subject and also informed the husband about the assault.

I am terrified at this point, when my dogs bark I am constantly checking the door to make sure it isn't the husband...so that I can run and hide in my own home. I haven't lived in this kind of terror since I was raped in 1975!!!

Anyhow, please let me know if you have a paypal account and let me help. As I say it won't be a lot, but every little bit does help.

I haven't ever heard of Wish upon a Hero but will look them up. I have also tried to get in touch with the Salvation Army but haven't been able to reach them yet. Just to make my life abit more interesting, the house is having furnace problems which the owner and I are working on getting fixed. I've had 3 different companies come out to do bids for the complete overhaul of the system so that should happen next week. That will be a huge plus since even tho it'll be electric heat, I won't have to worry about how low the darn oil tank is. And it'll balance out the bill too. Nothing like having to shell out several hundred dollars for oil if one hadn't planned for it.

I have an amazing fireplace that has a blower system so that worked out fairly well during the 4 day weekend that I was without central heating. Also the weather wasn't so cold during that spell. And my 2 cats were in their glory, fire bathing so to speak. I got an extension from TWC today after they shut my service off this morning and that covers my internet and phone and a payment plan that is doable there. Satan is hitting me again and again...I was speechless which is rare for me when I went to make a call after the electric guy came and found I have no phone, tv or net. I can live without tv but really need a dependable phone and the internet is how I make my small living so that's critical. I do have a cell phone that comes thru food stamps that gives me about 60 minutes a month for free so that was a lifesaver!

So little by little I am at least finding out exactly where I stand and what deadlines I have to deal with. My main focus besides my racing and slowing heart issues is the electricity which is due by next Tuesday. I would be willing to accept a loan but I would pay you back! My appt with my disability lawyer got reset for the 15th so that was very disappointing.

And remember when you are having a down depressed period to fight just enough to come here and let us at least offer some kind support. It makes a world of difference as I am sure you know all too well!! I sent you a friend request so that I can find you more easily and vice versa!

Going to get a small snack of crackers and milk and off to try and get some rest. I'll be up early tommorow or today depending on how you look at it since a pipe broke in the crawlspace under my house and water is leaking badly. So landlord learned a lesson there too, IF he had fixed the furnace problem when it started failing in December, he wouldn't have had the pipe burst and have to cover my water bill as another result. I feel bad for the poor guy who has to crawl under my house in the freezing weather and deal with that horrible mess.

It's like a waterfall under there which got alot worse when I was gone at the hospital. Tho side benefit!!! It's soothing to sleep to! One day at a time...Big Hug!!

I have been around people with varying degrees of dementia. It hurts so much to see someone go down hill that way. I may have handled the situation with the woman well, but I am taking a lot out of myself. The tears aren't stopping, and I can't eat. I am also doubting myself now...wondering if I have a split personality that does things that the other personality doesn't know about.

I am having a real problem with the woman, and I did call the friend of hers that lives in Medford Oregon. The couple went and saw the woman during Christmas. I found out that the woman has a Bernina sewing machine that fits the description. Now all I have to do is get the model number from the woman and get a picture of the machine to find out if that was the one the the demented woman believes she owns. It is getting far too deep for me.

I can only hope that my doctor that has been my doctor and friend for the past 30 years can give me some kind of help to ease the upset. I don't want to take too many of the tranquilizers...I think.

It's not you Loverbear. This woman has dimentia and this is how they act. She can't help it. She isn't trying to be mean to you. In her heart she really thinks she got ripped off by you. I hope things are looking better for you today.

To be honest, I have broken down. I don't sell stuff for other people as I have been cheated many times. I have had to pay their charges for the sale, the sales tax, shipping and whatever else and I never even got a thank you. I won't EVER borrow anything again, that's what started the whole mess.

I am terrified in my own home, I keep expecting the man to come to my house. Every time the dogs bark I rush to the window and check to see if anyone is there and plan where to hide.

I see my doctor later today, but I am not expecting too much. I will probably end up sitting there crying. I cried all of today and went into uncontrollable sobs. The explanation is in "Welcome to hell part two."

I am staying away from the people and I am literally hiding out in my own home. I want nothing to do with them, and I am honestly trying to make the situation right. I didn't sell her machine and try to substitute a "piece of crap machine". The machine I returned was the same machine I borrowed. I wouldn't dream of doing that to someone that I HAD respected and admired for many years.

What about the bill that shows purchase of this machine? On what basis did she decide on price of the machine that she gave to you?

This problem has many branches to it. First, she decided that it was a Bernina because a friend she visited during Christmas has a Bernina. The woman wanted the machine I had because it did embroidery...but she doesn't remember that. I didn't keep a receipt of the sale, though the woman did write a check for the machine. I think she filled out the memo part that it was a Memory Craft 8000 sewing machine. She arbitrarily came up with the fact that the Bernina is worth several thousand dollars simply because the two of them love money and love to not only sue people but also they get as much out of the insurance companies as they can. They have had a couple of accidents and things that really weren't related to the accident was charged to the insurance company...

The next branch...or maybe the trunk to the problem, is that she does have dementia. I spoke to my neurologist and explained the symptoms to him and he agrees with me that her dementia is advanced and in the serious stages. Thinking back to the incident, the woman definitely had the look of someone who was suffering from dementia.

I told my boy friend that the next time the husband calls about the sewing machine to tell the man that he needs to report the "theft" to the sheriff. There is too many discrepancies in the story and I have a witness to what the machine and the case looked like when I borrowed the sewing machine. Plus the woman wouldn't be able to describe or pick out what Bernina that I supposedly sold her. I have been doing a lot of thinking today and I know I am in the right and that I need to stand up and fight back....especially since the woman can't remember squat and she took great delight in not only calling me everything but a human and then she slapped my boy friend who is facing surgery on Monday...

Hi loverbear, nothing would please me more than you fighting back! I read your other post as well. That kind of pain is depressing and bad for immune system. Whatever happens, the spirit should not die! I am really proud of you. :) You decided to fight it out. List the things calmly, let them complain. You present your case, and let your advocate collect something for defamation and violence apart from his own fees out of their estate. That possibility will definitely scare her.

I can really understand what you went through. And now that tears have stopped a bit, cool and collected way of doing things will help.

If you liked her like a second mother, then it will pain you know! But you dont have a choice. :(

Hope you are ok now. :) tc