Dear Diary,

Dear Diary, Here goes nothing. I'm a wife(13 years together and love him more now than I did then). I'm a mom. I'm a step-mom. I live in a #farmhouse built in 1892. Our life has been absolute, complete chaos for the past few months... actually, for the past few years, but I'm not going there yet. I'm ready to write about whats current. I'm going to go into more detail in each post; but I wanted to make Cliffnotes for myself so I don't forget anything. -Having the pipe that supplies the only potable water source to our house cut up and thrown in a pile on the side of the road. -Not having potable water in our home for almost a year now. We have 3 kids that live with us; 4 kids in total. The two youngest are 3 and 7. An asshole neighbor decided we shouldn't have water at our house anymore; his pot plants were more important than our 30+ animals, our 3 kids, us and our property. - Drilling a well to try and solve the problem in the mean time; the only water we could get was 220' down and it has methane in it. Not to mention Iron, sulfer and every mineral under the sun that makes water hard and un-drinkable. Said well cost us $50,000. - We started sending letters to the neighbor via a water rights attorney to try and get a resolution. He started shooting towards our property. We have had sheriffs out twice and they tried to arrest him, but apparently the law is that if he doesn't step out of his house, they cant arrest him on Here-say. -Two of our miniature horses (we use them for hospice therapy), came down with Colic in less than a week. Suspicious?? I think he poisoned them. -We went to the local court house and got a temporary restraining order on said crazy neighbor. -When this all first started my dad became sick with a disease called Amlyadosis. Its similar to cancer. He had to move home so we can care for him and take him to his treatments. -I've been driving my dad, my children's grandpa, to his treatment every monday, hours away. -when getting him home on Monday, after all day at the hospital doing chemo, I walked into a piece of plywood sticking out of my truck and knocked myself out and gave myself a mild concussion. It was a direct hit to my temple with the corner of the plywood. -My great Pyrenese who guards the miniature horses, got a stick in his foot. It was so bad there was no way of getting it out without having him sedated at the vet. I drove him to the vet and got a flat tire in my truck on the way there. $500 later, his foot was fixed, and my truck was ready; after hours of sitting in my PJ's at the tire shop. -On Thursday, my dad had a stroke. I had to rush to the ER and since I'm his primary care taker, (also to my 3 & 7 year olds), I had to go over everthing and sign it all for him. I sat with him in the ER all day and until he had his dinner, and then went home. Was back first thing in the morning to be with him until they released him on Friday night. -Today is Easter... we had a great day. We came home from Easter dinner WITHOUT our kids, for the first time SINCE my 3 year old was born... Only for one night because of our schedules...they stayed at Grammy's because I leave at 5:45am to take my dad to his Chemo treatment, and mmy husband leaves at 5:30 for a work thing tomorrow. As soon as we got home, we said, "lets take a walk around the ranch together...no kids!" Well, we got out of the truck, and our family dog, Wintune, was uncontrolably shaking on his back end and couldn't use his legs. I broke down. I'm actually at my breaking point right now. I looked at my husband, said, "I cant. I just cant do it." and I walked into the house. He left with Wintune to make the 2 hour drive to the nearest ER Vet from where we live, at 5:45pm on Easter. and .......................................I can't write more. It's too overwhelming right now. I will write more. Come back...please...I need people to hear my story. xo, LRM