Before my husband died, we lived in the middle of a 250 acre farm 12 miles from town.
When he died in October, the farm reverted back to his family ( which was fine with me!) and I got the house and everything else.
After a disastrous FIGHT with my husband's JERK BROTHER, I put the house up for sale and bought a new house a little closer to town but with 6 acres because I like privacy, peace, and quiet. It still blows my mind when I hear cars go by!!!
I'll be glad when the other house sells and I can completely cut ties with my husband's brother.
Kim & Lucy
