Last week, Inga watched as two parole officers escorted Shane out of her home. They suggested she sleep somewhere else that night and get an order of protection as soon as humanly possible the next morning. Instead, she got a text from Shane saying, "You won this round but I will win the war. May God have mercy on your soul. This isn't a threat." And when she returned from the hotel (without the order of protection), Shane had moved out. He isn't in jail and he has friends lurking nearby.
Since that day, I have heard from Inga several times with, "I am selling the house." to "I am not selling the house." to "I got a dog. I friended you on Facebook so you can see it." I saw the dog and the subsequent messes he has made that she has proudly displayed on social media. I am pretty sure if I put the house on the market, she isn't selling the house.
Inga is feeling pressured by life for a myriad of reasons. Though she may think that selling her house may solve a few, I suspect that pressure will be following her where ever she goes. There are a lot of decisions that have played into this point in her life. None of them are instantaneous and all of them are part of decisions that have led her to where she is now.
It reminds me of the "Choose Your Own Adventure" series I read as a kid. If I chose to look into the treasure chest, turn to page 16. If I chose to follow Billy down the path towards the beach, skip to page 103. Inga is living this. Each decision she is making seems to be made out of poor planning. I feel for her. I don't want to fix her, but I don't want to be in the wake of her karma either.
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