They Forgot to Invite Me to Christmas—So I Bought a Mountain. When They Came to Take It, the Deputy Was Already Waiting.

texted: “We tried to do this the nice way. You left us no choice.”

The classic refrain of abusers everywhere: You made me do this.

I didn’t reply. I just forwarded it to Sable, who added it to the growing file of threats and attempts at manipulation.

That evening, I called Nana Ruth.

“Your mother called me sobbing about how you’re using lawyers to destroy continue reading …