Christmas Eve and Christmas Report
Just a quick blurb. Christmas eve was the worst ever.
Because of Feral Forger. And DH wanting to enable her, for crumbs of her affection.
She went shopping somewhere Christmas Eve, and because she still doesnt drive, with no license, she calls DH during a zoom call with HIS family. He looked like he was ready to go get her, and I told him, "tell her no, youve had a few shots...and she cant just snap and you go running."
This made him furious because shes moved back since a week before and never contacted him, and he thought he could get a dribble of time with her. So, he lashed out. Told me that I am "an evil terrible person." End of Zoom.
For some reason that didnt phase me. Really. Im just so battle worn. I guess Ive been through all this before because of Feral Forger, and her toxic ways. The first 3 years of our relationship I was "evil and hated his daughter"...
So, to patch things up, because this is the first Christmas since his mother died, and he doesnt get to see ANY of his other family for the holidays, I offered to invite FF to our house for dinner Christmas evening. I invited her, she said yes, thank you, and that was all good, he was happier. Ok, then it really got good.
Feral Forger and Munchkin got into a really big argument over...cleaning. FF called my phone and I put it on speaker. Got to hear all the wonderful cusswords, in between the sobs, and pleading "please daddy, please let me move back in with you!!!! They are ganging up on me, and Im trying to clean!!!!"
Meanwhile, during all this, Munchkin is texting me "If you guys let her move back in at your place, please, I will destroy myself". This from a kid whos never said she wanted to kill herself. Oh, well it gets better, folks.
FF continues sobbing pathetically, Munchkin is texting me its all fake and her victim mode. FF continues begging to move back in (forgetting that it is my place too.) luckily for her she remembers that she called MY phone and I told her she was on speaker, so she didnt say anything negative about ME.
Then the final stroke. "Dont you want me there, daddy?" PAUSE. PAINFUL PAUSE. Breath held, my heart in my throat.
Dh's response was admirable. He told her point blank that he could not have her here because that would cause him to lose everything -financially, and emotionally, his job, the house, and hes not going to do that, hes worked too hard. Then he focused on her drugs. That she needs to get off her meds - shes taking 6 total. He just told her "take a shower, clean yourself up and we will see you here tonight for dinner".
She comes in and I was a bit shocked. Shes wearing a crop top and her stomach is bloated to the point of, well, she looked pregnant and acted drunk. We all hung out for a bit and she played with the dog, we gave her some Christmas cash and DH sat in the garage man-cave, while I followed her around (because stealing), and did a few shots to ease my anxiety. Not the best idea, but it worked in hte short run. And Munchkin worked on her gingerbread house, with large sighs every now and then. Dinner was uneventful as Feral Forger fell asleep in her chair. DH brought her back to the apartment...and now that DH had his time with FF, I dont think we will do that again.
Its disturbingly apparent that she is needing rehab. And Toxic Troll is unable to handle it all.
The day after Christmas everything was so much better. We took Munchkin out shopping, had lunch (in the car), and laughed about everything and nothing.