So, last night I finally straightened out the garden plots. Was getting seriously bent out of shape by the MIL, who thought she could come in and just control what I was doing and planting, who thought she had access to free veg while at the same time telling me that I couldn't take care of it all and that I should give a plot up, and that she couldn't help much because her back was too bad to do the work. I mean, really? No wonder I started to hate going down there. She swans in here giving me shit and then expects free veg to boot? I don't think so. I've put up with it long enough.
She has now been cut out of the garden deal. FIL, who never really wanted to be a part of it either, and just kinda got wrapped up in it by accident, has been removed as well. The plot that was put in his name (which should have been put into mine) has been switched to my name. I also learned, to my annoyance, that when I switched plots from 80 to 61, the new plot wasn't put under my name, as it rightly should have been (it was my plot after all), it was put under MIL's name. Which explains why they sent her the letter declining the request to have chickens, instead of to me, the person who asked in the first place!
All three plots are now back under my name, the MIL and FIL's emails have been removed, my email and phone number confirmed, and all is settled. That part of myself is feeling much more settled now.
My garden is my space, my meditation, my pride and joy. No one should be allowed to make that an unpleasant experience for me; I don't even know why I let her. Obviously, I'm too soft on people, and let them just walk right over me, but I've had enough of that. Do not come between me and what makes me happy, because I will cut you down like the soul sucking obstacle that you are.