Sir Handsome (DH) took Princess (SD15) to lunch yesterday to spend one on one time like she requested. I wasn't there; everything I'm about to recount is secondhand from Sir Handsome's mouth. I quoted as much as I can but paraphrased the rest. Apparently, Princess came out swinging as soon as they sat down.
Princess: Why didn't you come visit me when I was in California?
[Backstory: Princess (SD15) spent her time at the treatment castle telling Sir Handsome (DH) how much she hates him and how he's put her "through so much hell". And then turning around and demanding he visit her. When she got out she told him she didn't want to come see him and that she preferred to live at Harpy's (BM).]
I'm giving up on numbering these blogs. When I started writing these, life was normal but punctuated occasionally by outbursts of drama from the Harpy (BM) and the Princess (SD15). It made sense to number them. Now the drama is almost non-stop. There aren't any episodes; there are just weekdays.
Last night, Sir Handsome told the Harpy via text that he does not agree with her keeping the Princess from boarding school and that she made a rash and irresponsible decision. The Harpy fired back that this was the course of action that she, the treatment castle, and the Princess reached during discharge from the castle and she's going to make him pay child support because [insert same old unhinged, puss-filled diatribe about child support].
Yesterday, the Harpy (BM) shrieked the command to Sir Handsome (DH) to call her about 'next steps' with regards to Princess (SD15). As one does after unilaterally trashing all current treatment plans without so much as an explanation.
Sir Handsome resisted her command. What point is there in calling someone who gives orders instead of discussing, someone who agrees to one thing today and shreds that agreement tomorrow?
The old stories tell you that Harpies are bitter, hate-filled, hags with wings. They don't, however, tell you how darn fast those dried-up crones are. Boy, howdy, are they fast! They can grab a vulnerable knight by the offspring and the wallet and whip him back and forth like a rag doll.
(Backstory: The Harpy (BM) whisked the Princess (SD15) away from her family to check into a residential treatment castle on the other side of the country. We are not people who can drop everything, pay last min airfare to jet across the globe on a whim. We are legally obligated and budgeted. DH was strongly against this from the beginning but powerless to stop it. Since then, neither the Harpy nor the Princess have shut up about how DH hasn't come to visit Princess in the castle.)
Good news! Insurance has at least partially relented and has decided to pay for some of Princess's (SD15) residential treatment castle. I don't know how much but I'm sure that's a relief to the Harpy (BM) who'd been paying for most of this out of pocket herself.
Bad news! The Princess's current plan (as of last phone call with her docs) is to wait until shes home for a couple of weeks and then kill herself.
The Princess's (SD15's) therapy refrain has moved on from DH 'has no emotions' to DH 'doesn't validate my feelings'. He's not alone, I guess. Princess wanted to fire her current therapist at the treatment castle because he doesn't validate her feelings, either. I don't think that word means what she thinks it means. But heck, I don't know what it means, either.
What does that mean to feel invalidated?
I've moved beyond shock, outrage, and disbelief. Now I'm closer to denial and detachment. Or whichever stage includes gathering ammo for hours of daydreamed comeuppance for the Harpy (BM) and the Princess (SD15). Either way, I learned a lot of juicy details that the Harpy didn't disclose previously for whatever reason.
Princess attended the middle school nearest our house. She liked it at first, then abruptly got miserable and asked to switch schools to the one near Harpy's house. She switched, never got much happier, and I didn't think much more about it.