Truly--I am in shock.

SD18 appeared at our home yesterday to apologize for breaking into our room and stealing from us back in February. Back then, we immediately kicked her out--our home contract made it clear that being kicked out was the consequence for stealing. We knew that stealing meant the SD18 was using drugs again (coke and pot).

Ever since SS21 yelled FU! to DH over the phone, we've heard nothing from SS21. Probably because we shut off his cell phone, which we were paying for.

DH balked at first. How would SS21 call home? How would he call his PO? How would he hear back from employers? (SS21 recently got fired for yelling FU! to his boss). Then I said, "How would he call his dad and tell him to FU?" I swear, DH must think SS21 is a bonafide RETARD. No, he's just a lazy, entitled, under-educated, addict-alcoholic.

So this weekend I hear a very disrespectful message on our answering machine from the pothead alcoholic SS21. It was aimed at me, of course. I immediately replayed the message for DH (who agreed that it was disrespectful) and said, "This is exactly that kind of crap I am sick of dealing with. So you deal with it."

So I have to hand it to DH. He's actually been cutting down on giving our money to his 5 adult children. I can see how hard it has been for him to turn down their incessant requests for money, but he's been strong. So far.

I am renaming Mothers Day "Others Day" because once again, I have been ignored by my DH. No card. No "Happy Mother's Day" in the morning. No kiss. Nothing.

I suppose this day is for Others, and not me.

I am now suffering anxiety attacks at night because our financial situation is so grim. I can't sleep, and my hair is falling out. Although I do love my DH, this money situation is taking us down and I am seriously considerng getting out of my marriage so "grim" doesn't turn into "grimmer."

For context, here's what my DH's adult children are up to since we've kicked them out of the house:

- SD18 is living with her bipolar BM about a hour away from us (too close), and has reconnected with her cocaine habit.

This is the busy time of year for me professionally, so all I've had time to do is lurk. SOo many times I want to respond, but just don't have the time! Pretty soon you'll hear more from me, whether you like it or not...

So DH and I have been summoned to his sister's house for the annual Happy Family Bullshit Easter Dinner.

Frankly, I'd rather stick a pencil in my eye.

DH's sister will serve up a dish of snarky put-downs along with the ham, and we'll be forced to sit at a folding table with the two adult brats (SD18 and SD24) who we recently kicked out of our house. Oh, this will be a good time for all.

I am doing the Snoopy Dance today!

SD18 called her father yesterday and announced that she is not returning to our home because it's a "hell hole" and she doesn't think she owes us any explanation or apology for breaking into our personal property in search of cash while we were away.

So this past week DH and I found out that while we were away for the weekend, SD18 decided to break into our bedroom and try to pry open the locked cabinet in my closet. When I discovered the lock that didn't work and the pried door, I was LIVID! I had to leave town on business, and I asked DH (demanded, really) that he take care of the situation.

So the irresponsible bitch SD24 was pulled over a couple of nights ago--she has been driving with a unregistered car, no insurance, and a suspended license. Of course she called DH in the middle of the night to come "rescue" her, and of course he did. Pronto!

I am becming the Queen of Ultimatums because, dammit, that's the only way I can get anything done around here.

SD24 was kicked out two months ago now for bad behavior (see earlier posts), and it's clear that she wants her sticky fingers to remain in our family and home life. For starters, she has not filed a change-of-address with the USPS, because picking up her mail is another excuse for her to drop by. I told DH that he had one week to either get her to fill out the form, or do it himself. If it wasn't done, I'd get rid of the mail.

I can't believe it! Yesterday my loving, enabling, sweet DH said "NO" to his adult daughter (18). I am still reeling from the shock of it all...

SD(18) had made cookies the night before and, of course, left all the dirty bowls utensils, and trash out for somebody else to clean up the next morning. I went to DH and told him that he's in charge--either he tells SD(18) to clean up her mess, or he cleans it up himself. I'm not touching it. Apparently he woke her up and told her to clean up her mess. She did, but only partially, saying "I'll only clean MY dishes."

I was out of town and not able to give him a card or have a conversation. Actually, I didn't want to speak with him because I was plain sick of him, so being out of town for work was a blessing.

He wrote back. "The list you provided is accurate in describing my adult kids. And I'm disappointed in them to be sure but nothing - I repeat - nothing can stop me from loving them. I will no longer enable them; I can promise you that. But I will never stop loving them."