Note: This is Part 4 of a five part story. Click on the link for Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. And as always if any of these stories are not true blame the lying liars who lie. I’m just repeating what I’ve been told, although some of them are recited from personal experience.
Next up we have my STBX-MIL. I’ve debated what to call her. Dumb bitch just seems crass. Judas would be appropriate. Afterall, she sat in my kitchen last spring and told me how much she loved me and valued me and our relationship; she really wanted to get our relationship back on track because I had been her daughter-in-law for 20 years! I’d been around longer than any of the other spouses. All the while she’s saying that crap she has either already contacted Harley, urging her to get in contact with my husband, or she left my house and urged her soon after to call him. You know, because he’s sad. After the first affair with her. Alas, Judas was a male and my Judas is female so I’m going to keep the religious angle and go with Tammy Faye Bakker.
Oh where to begin? I suppose we could start with all of her misdeeds first. Warm you up to the insanity before plunging you directly into it. First, she almost cost us our 2nd house. When we moved the first time we rented. After we bought a house and sold it less than a year later we didn’t want to make that mistake again. Our landlord ran a credit check on us and told us we had a credit card that had been rescinded. Turns out Cousinfucker gave his mother a credit card in his name when he got out of college. She used it for around 5 years before getting into trouble with it and not being able to pay the bill. She never bothered to tell him. I don’t know whether she was trying to fix it on her own or if she simply thought he’d never find out. I do know she claimed she gave the card back voluntarily and then after a period of time the credit card company turned the matter over to a collections agency. Upon first hearing about it he told her to take care of it; she promised she would. On Christmas Eve that year he got a phone call from a collection agency threatening to take him to court if he didn’t pay the balance. That made for a fun holiday because you all should know by now how well he deals with stress. Add that on top of the fact it’s a holiday *and* he has to go socialize with my family… It was lovely. Four months later we’re moving and trying to buy a house. When they do the credit check they find this delinquent credit card that has been turned over to collections and she keeps forfeiting whatever deal they make for payments. He was livid. I ended up getting a cash advance on an unused credit card we had and paying the damn thing off. She promised to repay us but I think she ended up making about 3 payments before that nonsense was forgotten.
In another wise financial decision she decided to quit her job at the state, cash in her retirement and go into business with her brother-in-law. That’s risky enough when you’re in your 40s. It’s especially risky when you have had numerous health problems and you end up spending more time in the hospital than the attending doctors; seriously, the woman was in the hospital at least once a year, if not more. Add on the fact your brother-in-law is a known embezzler and it’s flat out stupid. People warned her repeatedly not to do it but she would not be swayed. She didn’t like her boss and she wanted OUT. She handed all of her money over to him and he spent it. On himself and his family. Then he turned around and told her all the money was gone and she needed to get another job because that’s what he was doing. They never recovered from that. In the months leading up to our wedding she lavished us with cash and gifts. After the wedding we were the ones helping them out- loans that were never paid back (including the credit card she ran up and then couldn’t pay), care packages, rent paid, car payments, groceries… It’s not like they were a line item in our budget but we did help out whenever we could. They never paid for an airline ticket to come visit us and they rarely paid for a meal- Zack made sure of that. We would go visit them and we still always paid. Again, not a huge deal because we had it and I don’t have a problem with helping out family. In an ironic twist, the boss that she left her job over, retired or transferred within a year or two.
The best part though is Pastor Fake became a pastor for a small church several hours away from where they had always lived. They moved into a trailer on someone’s land and as always Tammy Faye was very excited about this new life. Her landlord’s wife was going to teach her how to can and she was going to have a garden. Eventually the embezzling brother-in-law who has cost them everything comes back with his family, having been run out of town and run out of money. He and his family move in with them in this trailer they are renting. Tammy Faye and Pastor Fake ended up getting kicked out because of letting another family live with them.
Similarly, when they moved back to their “hometown” Pastor Fake eventually became the pastor of Tammy Faye’s family church. This came with a house adjoining the church. Things worked out fine until once again they decided to let his sister, having finally divorced the embezzling husband, and her kids move in with them. He eventually lost the church but before that I think they were required to start paying their own utilities.
In another act of stupidity she ended up getting fired from yet another job at the state, procured for her by a family friend, when she decided to take off from work to sit by her father’s bedside when he had surgery. Now, first of all, Tammy Faye had already missed MANY days of work due to illness. She even had co-workers giving her *their* sick days and vacation days so that she could still get paid. Secondly, this father was her biological “sperm donor” for lack of better word. She was adopted as a toddler after her mother died (this is covered in Part 5). Suffice to say, this “man” never stuck around for any of his kids. Yet when she’s faced with the choice of going to work and keeping her job, or sitting in a hospital waiting room all day while she waits for the results of her sperm donor’s surgery, she chooses to get fired. She simply HAD to be there!
There are many stories of poor decisions just like this- the time she paid out over $100 for a life size Barbie doll for a grandchild instead of paying the electric bill, which resulted in them almost having their electricity turned off. Why would she make such a stupid decision? Well, because “God would provide”, of course! Come to think of it, we bought the damn doll for her because they were sold out in her area and she sent us a check to cover the purchase. The check bounced, of course. So we ultimately bought the doll. And I think, although I’m not positive, that someone else gave them the money for the electric bill. I guess God did provide. He provided people who provided for them. Then there was the time Pastor Fake bought tires for someone when they could barely scrape together enough money to buy groceries. And the time my mother loaned her $1000 to help her out with her car payment since they were behind. The car ended up repossessed anyway and she only paid my mom around $150 of the money back. I’m sure there are more but there have been so many over the years I can’t keep up with all of them.
Tammy Faye is another one who loves to live life through Facebook. Every time my daughter posts a picture Tammy Faye is there gushing about how beautiful she is and “that’s my blood” and “I love you so much!”. Yes, she loves her grandkids so much she saw them one time after we moved closer. For years they claimed her various illnesses prevented her from traveling and yet she was able to travel 5 hours for a plate of what was supposed to be the best BBQ. I’ve heard of them traveling hours for watermelon and bacon. Now, perhaps Pastor Fake is going alone, or going with his current brother-in-law and she’s not part of this. That could be. I just always find it amazing how they can manage to take trips to see other people but could never travel to see us. Even when I would drive over 20 hours to visit my family they couldn’t be bothered to meet me halfway between our towns which would have been a 2 1/2 hour drive for them. Nope, I had to drive the full 5 1/2 hours down to their house because she just couldn’t travel. And Cousinfucker *demanded* that I take the kids down to see her. His mantra for the last five-ten years has been, “I don’t think she’ s going to be live another year.” So how could I deny a dying woman a last chance to see her beloved grandchildren?
Her grandchildren are so dear to her that one year when she came back home with us unexpectedly she said to me, “Well, now I don’t have to come out later on in the summer.” We had arranged to fly her out to see the kids (kid? I don’t remember if we had one or two at the time.). I remember telling her, “The idea was for you to be able to see them more. This visit will allow you to see them twice this summer. It’s in addition to, not instead of.” Make no mistake- this was not a woman who had better things to do than be bothered with her children’s offspring. She helped out with Jezebel’s kids quite often. She still does, to this day. Unfortunately, seeing our kids meant traveling so they didn’t see them often. In the last ten or so years it rarely happened unless we came to them.
For Christmas this year they gave my son a basketball. A deflated basketball. My son has never been into basketball. He loves hockey. He loves Legos and Star Wars. He is an avid artist and video game player. But a basketball player? No. He looked at me and said, “It’s like they don’t even know me!” Son, I hate to break this to you but they don’t know you. That might take time and effort.
She didn’t bother to come visit her son when he was in the psych ward either. She called. She didn’t come after he was released either. Now, he would tell you that he told her not to come because she was getting sick and he was worried about her. But I don’t care if I were on my death bed. If my child was going into an inpatient facility I’m going to be there! And if I think his horrible, evil wife is at the root of it I’m definitely going to be there! But not them. Nope. Too much trouble.
My mother is still appalled at the time Tammy Faye went into rehab only days after I had arranged a surprise visit for her with the grandkids. Yep, I drove both kids (ages 2 and 4, maybe?) the 7 1/2 hours down there. Surprised her (with the full knowledge of Pastor Fake). Two or three days later she goes into rehab for addiction to painkillers. She had been addicted for years and yet she chooses this moment in time to get clean. Now, it is possible that she couldn’t get her hands on anymore and therefore had no choice but to get off of them. She and her various family members would frequently “share” medications. Another lovely moment in this flying monkey circus. I will say she is clean and has been ever since that happened, and the Lord has apparently performed a medical miracle because she is no longer on oxygen like she has been for the past ten years or so.
I think the best story about her is a tie between using her son’s bank account as an ATM or treating his paternity as a family joke. I’ll let you decide.
Cousinfucker served in the first Gulf War. While he was away he put his mother in charge of his bills so she had access to his account. She and Jezebel both used his bank account as a freaking ATM while he was off fighting a war. He came home thinking he would have thousands in his account and instead it was almost empty. She swears she paid him back but I find that hard to believe. And there is still a huge difference between being given a lump sum of $20,000 or something close to that, and being given small amounts of money over months, if not years. Ironically, he tells me he gave his sister a large amount of money before he even left to help her pay off bills and leave her and her husband debt free. Still wasn’t enough. But I’m the one that spends all his money and wastes it.
The other contender for top fucked up story is how she treated his paternity. To her credit she was not married and fooling around on her husband. She was, however, seeing and sleeping with two men at the same time. Two men who knew each other. She got pregnant, named one of them as the father and married him. They were married/divorced/married/divorced for around 11 years, I believe. She always maintained she wasn’t certain she had named the correct man but he was a family man and the other guy was more of a player so she went with the “safer” choice. Typing that out I’m not sure if this guy was married or not when he got her pregnant. There is a substantial age difference between Cousinfucker and his dad’s next youngest child but that doesn’t mean anything. Over the years family members would joke about this (on her side, of course). Several of them would claim that CF looked just like the other guy. It was not a secret. It couldn’t have been any more out in the open if they had tried. Then finally a few years after his dad died she supposedly told him that the other guy was his father and that she had known all along. Why on earth she would wait 40 plus years to tell him this is beyond me. I personally don’t think it’s true. He shares way too many freak medical traits with the family he was raised in. And of course he won’t get a DNA test done. That might eliminate drama and Cousinfucker is nothing if not a drama queen.
I didn’t spend a lot of time with Zack’s father so we weren’t close. But the things I heard about him were not great. For starters, this “family man” she had chosen as her baby’s father was living with another woman at the time of his birth. He denied him as his own in the beginning and supposedly, he called Zack up when he was in 6th grade and told him that he was not his father and Zack was no longer his son. He also, if Tammy Faye is telling the truth, threatened to burn down their house if she tried to take it in the divorce.
The bizarre part is that Tammy Faye can be quite charming and likable. Most people, in fact, DO like her. I think it’s because most people don’t know about the incredible dysfunction that seems to follow her around. You know who really likes her, though? Harley. Harley has gushed that she and Pastor Fake are two of her most favorite people. Then again, Harley is a whore and we don’t value her opinion.