This is the story of the Woodchopper. Its a spirit that would bother my in-laws, starting along time before I had ever met my first wife. I was told this story by them one night when I was living in their home just before my ex and I were to be wed.
But first, to bring this story up to that point, and since this is so close to the beginnings of our times together, ill start when we first met.

I'd gone to three different high schools, this one being the last one i would ever attend. When I started school that year, I had immediately fit right in with a handful of strangers that used to hang out in the school cafeteria at various times due to each having classes at various times along with free periods at various times between classes. One of those times, when a few of them and I were sitting together, somehow the conversation began with one person saying to another that they know a girl thats in a bad relationship but don't know how to end it.
That conversation brought me to heading out one night walking around five miles to meet the girl. When i left my parents home, it started snowing just a little. In the end, it was a foot and a half inches of snow.

Details are not important as to the stupidity of our first encounter in this story, so given that, it goes into the,' just another story,' category.

My ex brother in law was my only friend at my two weeks at one of my many different junior high schools I had gone to throughout those years of hell.
So after meeting the parents, I was sitting in the living room waiting for my new possible girlfriend to get back into where I sat. It was shocking to see that long ago friend and be her brother was unreal. He popped his head around a corner and asked me how I had been doing all these years. I was shocked, amazed, puzzled, and almost ecstatic with joy all at the same time to suddenly be in the same house with that guy just then. I was so confused, that i know I must have given him a nonsensical response that he probably just blew off like you would do in getting slightly burnt toast at breakfast in a friend's house the next morning from the mom. We hit it off just as if we began the friendship when we first met to the point when we parted in the eighth grade. He was gangbusters happy to see his sister and me getting together.
I ended up spending close to a week at their home while being put to work there.
We hit the road in the morning every day with three or four sqashed together like fish in a sardine can, depending on who was willing to get wood out in the woods in the dead of winter, with sometimes three feet of snow at times, way up on those old logging roads that her old man dared to go. Before getting used to this new adventure of wood gathering, cutting, chopping, and loading, my concerns were more of a processing of how in the _ _ _ _ did I get myself into such a scary/wierd situation? Were they simply just showing their gatefullness to finally get the girl out, or were they using an intimidation tactic to let it be known that it might take years before finding my body way out in the wilderness, so high up in the mountains where nobody ever goes. It...