Excellent, Lighter! May this be the end of it. (and you're free to use any ideas I've uttered that make any sorta sense...)
I've been gone, about another 10 days again. This time alone, driving 6 days to spend 3 days at the business. Driving is good for simply emptying one's head and letting the wind whistle through. It's sort of a cleansing. Of course, my bro was in our meeting - and of course, all my interactions with him were fraught with the usual crap. My mom turned 80 this year and I stopped to see her a bit.
Honestly, not one bag o' crap or trash has moved in her space since the last time I was there. There are the same paths through the stacks. And she started with the complaining by phone before I even got there. SIL was out for a run, and got back before I left so I got a chance to watch her childishly vent her hostility directly at my mom... and watch mom pull the victim-cloak of miserableness around her.
And then I spit gravel, in my haste to get on the road. Took a couple hundred miles to the get the taste out of my mouth.
Nothing's changed with my grandsons and D's... except that H and her fiancee have finally started discussing feelings, options, ways forward, etc. together. A is doing her best to weasel out of psych evaluation, and as far as we know still going to meetings; but the oldest boy is on a waiting list for his... and I believe that's one of the reasons that no court date for custody has been set yet. The boys really want to go home, at least according to A. Neither H or I have been allowed to speak with them.
Part of me is bracing for that situation to get worse, before it gets better. But neither H or I regret taking action when we did. The alternative was unthinkable. And while some of the reports back about the boys are worrisome, foster care is still better than abject neglect and having a wacky, scary, unpredictable parent.
Lighter the whole time I've been here, you've been going through your version o' crap. Whether directly, indirectly, richochet'd, and/or boomeranged. While I agree, that "good" has to stand up to and refuse "evil" to have sway within whatever little square foot of earth we control... we just can't fix or bring justice to it all, everywhere. Sometimes, it helps to just spin the tires, spit gravel... and go where evil ISN'T. Sometimes that's the best, all around.
Life's too short, to spend all those present moments on that kind of crap.