It was a pleasant drive, down to elkhart Indiana, we talked as we drove, until we finally met our destination, to a little shack. It was a home my grandma had called it for the past two years, until a couple weeks prier. Let me now tell you why we went to this "shack of a house". My grandfather died when i was 6, and two years a ago my grandmother was feeling lonely for a companion, so she met someone whom she liked, and some one who appeared to like her. Until she found out he was bipolar, which was after they were married, before the marriage me and mom thought "No!", grandma thought "Yes!", Dad thought unenthusiastically "Okay."
As time went on my Grandmother became stressed by him, she could never say anything without him intervening, he was stubborn, forceful, and unkind to my grandmother, then one day as my 2 younger cousins were visiting, they were both accused of eating his Private stash of 2 dark chocolate candy bars, although they both said they didn't he still calmed they did and he then raised his fist and shouted "GET OUT!"
So with that my grandmother packed up my cousins and some clothes for her self and drove to he actual home in Michigan, she staked out there , after dropping off the girls back at home , she came to dad, asked for help to move all of her personal stuff out of his house.
So, as I said we got to his house, moved every thing took a few hours but finally got everything out, with out any trouble thank goodness. we went back to her house unloaded, and now she is safe and spending time with her family.
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