Follow up

She is not my neice.

The results are back, and she is not my neice. Apparently the genetic relationship is impossible.

Now, we are working on helping momma get her stuff in order and try to help her get her life straightened out.

It has been a strange, hard week.

I suppose that it is one of the things I love about my ILs. When one of us is threatened the rest rally around. Once the problem is resolved, we all try and work together for as good an outcome as possible ... including for her.

I don't know that many families like that, and I don't think it is something that most people can understand.

I'll miss the peapod (my husbands name for her).