Well, you live and you learn I guess. After the baby was born (2mo. ago) it started to get a little dicey. I started acting like an asshole because we never had any privacy and weren't able to do with our baby as we saw fit. The MIL had a better way of doing everything. All this caused much stress on the wife and we both agreed it was time for MIL to go. Add to this that the wifes grandparents have gone to the mountains for 6 months, so the MIL has a free place to stay. Her POS boyfriend for whatever reason won't invite her to live with him, but that's not our problem. You know, I can't help but wonder how a person 45ish can have so few personal belongings to be able to move from place to place without a Uhaul or Ryder. My dad always told me as you get older you accumulate stuff. Where is her stuff? It's sad because all this has caused some heartache between my wife and her mom and that's just not right. What's wrong with just being greatful that your daughter helped you out in a time of need. Especially since it's supposed to be the other way around. Oh well, sorry for rambling, but I figured I'd wrap this saga up with a final update. :devilhead