I am quite pissed off right now, to be honest.  So this is going to go one of two ways, as I'm also tired, I'm going to be so pissed off that even though I'm intending on making it short, I'll ramble every detail about the whole interlude...or I'll be too tired and give the quick version, we'll see.  So today was a somewhat normal day...work...errands at home...husband got home...went to do the errand for him that needed done (had to take a part of his tranny up to the shop so they could see it with the rest, since we're just gonna try to fix his truck)...got some quick food...went back to the farm, ate.  We had two of our friends along with us.  So as soon as my husband was done eating he and one of our friends went and started getting chainsaws ready because they were gonna cut wood.  In the midst of that one of my old friends, I've known him since birth, shows up also.  Next comes in a truck and trailer....the guy who owns the cattle in the pasture sent somebody to get two of his heifers.  We had to deal with that...which was just retarded because they wanted 2 of the 7 (excluding the 3 calves).  So that fiasco was just insanity because there were two small kids out there running the damn cattle and freaking my horse out so that made it all that much more difficult.  Finally got the cattle trailered and they left.  So my husband and our buddy goes back to chainsaws and wood cutting.  Myself and our other friend were hanging out and talking, and so was my old family friend too.  It gets dark and my husband and other friend stop cutting wood...not really safe to do in the dark.  We were all standing around talking...then my brother in law pulls in with a friend of his.  After this another friend of a friend pulls in.  They were there for all of fifteen mintues and left.  Husband and friends were shooting off bottle rockets and blowing fruit up (yeah, we're real high class, that's what we get kicks from sometimes...so fuckin' sue us) and goofing around, having a good time.  Mind you, it was one of our friends' birthday so he should have been having fun.  My old family friend leaves around this point.  So then we all go into the clubhouse (our little home away from home, made out of an old granary partition) to play blue ball (don't feel like explaining...very much fun, great work out).  So we're all in there for about two hours and then a friend of my brother in law's gets there.  They were intending on going out to some club or something so they went ahead and left.  So that leaves us down to four people.  We're sitting there, playing a little more blue ball, bullshitting and just having a good time winding down for the night.  We cleaned up the clubhouse (it tends to turn into shambles after blue ball) and were just sitting, smoking last cigarettes.  Well the one friend who's birthday it was had to leave to pick up another friend from work, so he went ahead and left.  Right after he walks out of the clubhouse we hear this vehicle take off really fast.  We knew he didn't have time to get to his truck, but it sounded like somebody just flying through like normal (bastards need to learn to slow down out here).  Then we hear our friend's truck door and he leaves, like normal, no speediness about him.  About 1 minute later we hear somebody coming into the clubhouse.  It was my father in law.  The jackass.  The drunk jackass.  The drunk worthless prick who doesn't deserve the family he has.  We could tell he had been drinking (he drinks EVERY night...but yet says he's not an alcoholic...my ass...my dad is an alcoholic and it takes him three times the amount of time to get slopfaced drunk than it does my father in law)...he asks us what was going on.  We had no clue...we'd been in the clubhouse for at least the past three hours.  So I tell him we don't know, why, what was he talking about.  He tells us that there were all kinds of vehicles out there and flashlights and all sorts of stuff.  Then he asks us who just left, and I told him...and also told him why he left.  Then he comes off with 'Well I'm sick of it...whatever's going on...it's bullshit.  I'm tired of it.  I'm selling the place.  You (my husband) never want to come do anything over here and I'm fucking sick of it.  I'm done."  Out of nowhere!  We had no clue what was going on, we had nothing to do with it and we got blamed for something that we still don't know what the hell he was talking about because when we all went out of the clubhouse there was nobody around.  Before I forget it...my husband called our friend who had left and asked if he saw anything...apparently the 'all kinds of vehicles' was actually 2 vehicles, 2 people, 2 flashlights and they each took off in different directions when he was walking to his truck.  Now, I had heard my father in law as our friend was walking to his truck...I knew he was outside, I knew he would've had to see our friend come from the clubhouse to his truck...I could hear him talking, so this is how I knew he was standing outside.  If he was in the house or anywhere else I wouldn't have been able to hear him.  Now, moving on....personally I'm tired of hearing that he's just going to sell the place.  EVERY single time he decides to get pissed off because something didn't go his way, or perhaps even just because things are going to smooth (I'm convinced he does that now also) he throws out that he's gonna sell it...his whole family gets freaked out and they start jumping to help.  Well through years of doing this...his wife yells back at him and tells him to do it already, his daughter moved out and barely ever comes over to see him, his youngest son is pretty much never home because of that, in fact he joined the marines just so he could get away from home and now my husband is getting closer and closer to telling the man to just fuck off.  My husband is the only one out of that group that has put his blood, sweat and tears whole heartedly into that farm and always said he wanted it and wanted to take it over someday, etc.  He busts his ass.  He gets up at 5:30am every morning, works his ass off at work, then comes home and works his ass off.  To hear his father say he never does anything is just a complete kick in the nuts and it's bullshit.  I'm sick of him doing that to my husband...he doesn't deserve it.  But now, because everybody else has pulled away and we haven't he's taking it out on my husband.  It'll kill my husband if he really truly decides to tell his dad to shove it and decides not to have anything to do with the farm.  Sad part is, he's close to doing it because he can't take the stress anymore...the constant criticism.  He can never do anything the right way so far as his dad is concerned.  He never makes the right decisions, is never there at the right time, and never does enough.  But at least he's there...he busts his ass...he does work that his dad literally cannot do...he carries the man (not literally).  If my husband were to stop helping...his dad wouldn't be able to hack it.  Lastly, I'm SO pissed about being blamed for something we didn't even have any clue about and we were just as concerned about it as him once we knew something was going on.  I mean it would be one thing if it had been one of our friends or had had something to do with us...but it wasn't...we were completely innocent.  We took one night to finally kick back and relax...which we never fuckin' hardly get to do...and it's got to be ruined...either by my drunk father, or 9 times out of 10....my husband's drunk father.  I guess we were just born to be work horses and we shouldn't ever kick back and have friends over or even think about having an ounce of fun.  I really hate it because unfortunately I've got my horse over there.  Also unfortunate, I cannot afford to move her to a boarding facility.  I've gotten very lucky being able to keep her there for free...but a.) I'm getting sick of it and wish I didn't have that obligation because my father in law could use it against me if he really wanted to, because he knows I'd be screwed and b.) if my husband were to decide to tell his dad to fuck off, I'll automatically be lumped in as a guilty party and be in the same boat as if choice a had happened.  I don't know what to do....but I'm getting so sick of it.  I really hate alcoholics right now...they just ruin people's lives.  My dad at least admits to being an alcholic but can't afford the treatment because he can't afford health insurance or time offI really hate alcholics right now to check into any free programs.  AA hasn't helped, as that's been tried many times.  His sevarity calls for lock-up...can't afford to do so because he'll lose his job...and won't be able to make mortgage payments on the home and then we'll lose my grandma's house.  My father in law refuses to ever admit to being an alcoholic but yet he get put three twelve ounce cans down in 1 hour whereas my dad tends to take about an hour for one.  Then it really pisses me off because he criticizes my dad for drinking..."He starts to early" or blah blah blah.  Just because my dad starts earlier (not like 9am or nothin'...but like 5pm or so) does not mean he's any worse off!  It takes him hours to get shitfaced drunk...whereas my father in law...it takes him about an hour or two...then he's plastered and looking for an argument or somebody to pick on.  I hate the man, to be honest, because he is just a piece of shit now.  Apparently because he's been wronged enough in his life he has to take it out on his family and now they're all getting away from him and he's really lashing out.  He better be careful what he wishes for because all good things come to an end and eventually my husband will be too fed up to care about what he says or what he needs done.  I don't look forward to that day.