We just dropped SS10 off at BM's after spending 24 hours with him in her city. We went to SS' football game yesterday. It was good. They won. When we arrived, DH, DD, and I found a place to sit, far from everyone. We looked like total oddballs. The younger grade game ended and most of the crowd cleared out, leaving probably 20 of us. I told DH that we should walk to sit by SS' leagues' section. So we did. GF saw us and offered for us to sit by them and the other parents. BM looked really irritated by GF's invitation. We sat right next to them for the whole game.

I have posted previously about my Mom on this blog. For backstory: my mother was abused by her biological father (who had paranoid schizophrenia) until she was 11. My grandma tried to leave numerous times, but was always located and brought back. No fault divorces weren't a thing back then and every time my grandma filed, her request was denied. Her husband appeared to be a model citizen (with narc tendencies) so the locals never suspected a thing. My grandma was also being abused, so it was hard to leave when she had no resources to help you leave.

Some of you may remember that DD, who is now 6 months old, has been receiving physical therapy for her flat head (plagiocephaly) and tight neck muscles (torticollis). We sought to get her a helmet when she was three months old and went through the whole process. The clinic we were referred to did not accept our insurance, so I asked the pediatrician for a in-network referral to another clinic. When I asked for the new referral, one of the other pediatricians at the practice (not DD's primary) requested a consult.

Maybe I just need validation that I'm not crazy. Maybe I need validation that we are doing the right thing. The drama with the medical reimbursements this weekend has me reeling and again feeling defeated; a feeling that I haven't felt in a really long time. Like Rags always says "Beat them with a rolled up copy of the CO," that is how I feel right now - continually smacked down by a piece of paper for trying to do the right thing. DH and I spent many many years fighting BM to be involved with SS and every time, either she or the courts denied us that right.