This wknd was overwhelming. Skids were by Crazy, so it was just my SO and I. It went from good to bad, and now I don’t know what it is. That may or may not be a blog for another day. I’m still processing it and figuring out how I feel. He is working the complete opposite shift as me so I won’t even see him for a few days.
Anyway, the point: We went to SS’s basketball tournament Fri and Sat night, apparently to watch him aimlessly run up and down the court for 3 minutes each game, contributing nothing and putting in approximately 1% of effort. Wet noodles try harder than him. Slugs! It’s frustrating, at least try! Since Crazy had the skids, she was there in the stands with SD9. SD ran up to us (well, my SO) Fri night to get her phone that she had forgotten. She kissed my SO’s head twice (eh), asked for her phone, and gave me a quick glance where she moved her mouth in the tiniest way possible before she ran back to Crazy. Hm... SD and I have a very good relationship, she loves me and usually is excited to see me so I know this is because of that psychopath. Still, it sucks.
Tonight SD came to say hi when I got home, and she started talking about something her classmate said that hurt her feelings. I teach SD to be a good person, and she is. I don’t ever want her to surrender to Crazy’s ways, so I mentioned that she doesn’t have to hug me or anything when she’s with her mom and sees me, but she can say hi. I reminded her how she feels bad when her friend doesn’t say hi to her (she has this neighbor friend who won’t say hi or talk to SD when she’s with her “other” friends). SD said “I wasn’t allowed to say hi to you. My mom said “don’t look at her. Only say hi to your dad and come right back and don’t even look at her”. SD asked later if she could say goodbye to us and Crazy told her no, and again to not look at me. Seriously???? You jealous, hateful, crazy b*tch. I feel so bad for SD that she is put in a situation where she can’t even look at someone she loves. And that she is being taught to hate, when that is not who she is at all. I have never wanted to punch someone as much as I want to punch this Psycho. Who would ever say that to a sweet kid?!?
Gah, I’m just boiling inside.