The Heart Won't Lie

Well, I just got word that my step-dad is in the hopsital from a possible heart attack. Not sure what all happened, but evidently they kept him overnight and gave him the nitro stuff.
Problem is, they aren't speaking to me....so, my knowledge of this comes secondhand. So, what caused the Hatfield and McCoy split? I'll give you two guesses...they are short, 4 legged and have been nothing but a nuisance to me...you guessed it, the mini horses (or giant dogs whichever you want to view it as). We now have two gates to keep them in--1 gate is rather nice. It has an electric opener, etc. The other gate is a fence that needs to be replaced with a gate, but I'm too stubborn to tank the ADDITIONAL funds to buy one. My philosophy is this-a fence is designed to keep things in....not out. As well as the fact that I am just continually installing more and more gates to get to the end of the road. I feel like that owl licking the Tootsie Pop...How many gates does it take to get to the end of the road...1, 2...CRUNCH! That's what happened! I bit and they got mad.
But, their side of the story is that they were gracious enough to let us live near them, so we need to deal with the dilemmas that come with it. It's a debt that can never be repaid because there is no amount good enough! Funny how family members keep up generational curses. To me, a gift has no strings, receipts, tags, spreadsheets, or guilt attached! Which leaves me feeling more like feuding neighbors than family. As well as scrambling to find school funds. But anyone that knows me is aware that I will not let a challenge stand in my way. School will be paid for, we will live there or somewhere else and life will go on. I am not worried in the least bit--just put out that I lost to over a dozen mini-horses.