Violin-Gate & "I has a sadz"
Well, I really hate pickups and drop offs for visitation.
Drop offs arent too bad, but lately each pickup involves drama of some kind and crying Munchkin all the way home.
I get home but need to gas up my car before work the next day. I offer to pick up Munchkin SD14 since Im out and about anyway and DH who works as a mechanic is dead tired. Sounds easy, right? DH tells Munchkin Im on my way. Toxic Troll had told DH that Munchkin had been sick and thrown up previously. Munchkin insists shes ok, its just her period (Whaaaaat?)
I get a call as I am searching for the entrance to the ghetto-y apartment complex. Its Munchkin, sounding upset.
"my mom wants me to stay. Feral Forger is going out again and shes...sad. For some reason, I dont know why..."
I tell her "um Im almost there, and I have her check." Yes I am also delivering Toxic Troll Support check.
Munchkin : "oh ok, Ill be outside" (it was warm)
I call DH with this information, and he insists that I need to pick her up and bring her home. K. So I tell her that (cLove in the middle is not a good look for me). The entire way to gas station, sad, sniffles, and silence.
I ask "Ummmmm so.....can I ask.....whats up?"
The flood gates open, and shes shouting (but a quiet shout) "My mom is angry with me that I told dad about my sister going out, because she wants me to stay with her. She made dinner and now I am not eating it. She wants me to play violin but Im too shy. When she gets angry, she touches my stuff and does things to my stuff". Im remembering the stories of our beautiful 68 galaxy getting carved up in her anger when DH was trying to separate.
Then the tears.
Then the story of the violin. "She is mad that I dont play the violin around her, but shes always there so I dont get to practice, and they laugh at me when I make a mistake"
ME: "who laughs at you? Your classmates?"
Munchkin: long pause...."my mom and feral forger both laugh at me when I make a mistake, so I dont want to play in front of anyone, she can listen to my homework, if she wants to hear me play, but she just forces me to play and gets mad if I dont...." Her mother bought her this violin. This was one of the classes she was failing becuase she was too shy to record herself.
Egads, folks, I just so wanted to go back and give that Toxic Troll some of her own medicine.
What did I do with the check you might be wondering? I folded into a tiny square and gave it to munchkin to give to mother. I wanted to spit on it after hearing about violin-gate.