HI there everyone!!!
I figured it was time for an update.

I know I said before that Jeff was in an accident. He was but at the same time he wasn't, nor was hurt becuase of it. But after talking to several people and what I know about cars. Jeff ran out of gas and just kind of coasted off the road into some bushes. No real damage to the car, just a few scrapes, minor dents and scratches to the paint... nothing that cannot be fixed. He had driven for about 4 hours, and no one knows what route he took. But he was found in Orion Township on Baldwin and Indianwood Roads. About 140 miles from where we live. Thank god the car had less than a half tank of gas, who knows where he might have ended up.

As far as my end, I am still not doing very well. I am still at odds with his mother, though I am polite to her when she is around mostly for Jeff's sake. Jeff really doesn't quite understand why I feel the way I do but every now and then it does come up and I do tell him exactly how I feel about the whole situation.
But as time does go on and Jeff is getting better. He is now averaging about nine hour time spans with his memory. Remembering more significant events a little longer.

I just cannot get over how his mother is treating him though. Just last Thursday, his truck decided to puke coolant in our driveway after sitting for about a month. So he decided to he wanted it fixed.... And by god I tried my hardest to talk him into just ordering the part so I can fix in it the driveway. Nope, he wanted it fixed at the shop. So I caved.

Once we had taken the truck into the shop, the phone started to ring off the hook. Everyone panicking because his truck wasn't in the drive when they would drive by (we live on a main drag). But I tell you what, I just about lost my cool when his mother started to lecture him about it. I had tried to explain to him this would happen as it did. I have yet to see her face to face long enough for her to blame me for allowing him to take his truck in. But I am sure it will come.

So now after the phone stopped and everyone who was concerned satisfied, he went to look to see how he would pay for the repair bill. That is when he lost his cool when he found out that his mother now has his credit card. "She has no right to keep it....." he hissed. I replied with a shrug, "Then tell her that, she has your check book too." Though I was reeling inside... sooner or later he is going to be pissed over this situation.

Then Friday morning, he had asked me about the credit card again. I told him I didn't want to talk about it and that his mother had it and tried to drop the subject. He then asked me why was angry over it. I told him almost everything all over again. You should have seen the look on his face when I told him his mother was lucky that we were in a public place when she grabbed me, because I almost hit her. Patients don't even grab me in a threatening manor without being in handcuffs immediatly afterwards, by way of the police. That and I will not be called a liar, a theif and that I am not good enough to be with him in my own yard. I just won't. So I have very little to say to her when she comes around if I even show my face when she comes to visit him.

I had even said to him that if he were to say he wanted to get married this week, the very next day I would have everything revoked, and then I would go to his mother and demand to have everything of his back; the credit card, the checkbook, every single peice of paper he has signed, our wedding rings and to say to her "now how does it feel to be out of control, as that is how I have felt for the last two months. I had also told him that if she were to ever refuse any of that I would report her for theft and invasion of privacy. He had asked me if I would really do that and I replied with sure as shit would. All becasue she has no idea of how vindictive I can be when pushed too far. She was lucky I didn't press charges for grabbing my arm.

Jeff had also asked me as to why I get so upset when he mentions the rings or the wedding. I told him, and he came back with the fact she gave him three grand for bills and may have wanted them for collateral. I told him if she had said that to me in the first place I would have given them to her with a smile on my face and would not have thought twice about it. But becuase she had made no mention of it, I will fight untill we get them back.

Ok now that I am done with my rant.

Jeff is doing well, little by little he wants his independence back. He is itching to go back to work and to drive again. It is hard to convince a 30 year old its not a good idea to have him drive untill he was cleared by his doctor.

I just keep asking everyone to keep us in your thoughts, my faith is begining to shake as he goes through this. I am the third wheel his mother wants to get rid of.... yet at the same time my commitment to Jeff is steadfast. Its so hard to explain. I just want this all to end so we can move on.