And it continues... SD and DH and me biting my tongue...
In the blogs that have vanished, I'd been chronicling the new adventures of DH and the recently preggers SD19.
Today, SD managed to move her broken, tired little fingers enough to text DH a "happy thanksgiving."
You'd think she'd apologized for all her shitty behavior and told DH what and awesome father he was the way he lit up and carried on about it.
"She's trying. She's trying realllly hard to make our relationship better."
Sigh. No, honey, it's Christmastime, so she's trolling for gifts. OH, and she's preggers, so...yeah, she's trolling for gifts/money.
Not to mention, DH was looking at the health benefits at his new job because he needs to enroll next week. We've decided he will insure only himself (that is mandatory) and I will take care of myself and my kids.
All of a sudden, he's looking at the employee + one. Huh?!? It's ONLY another $500 or so a month. He thinks he should insure SD, to, I quote, "look after the best interests of his grandchild."
He has insured SD her entire life, and when it ended in July, do you think BM stepped up and insured her? HELL NO. She sent her down to the medicaid office. Lovely.
Now DH thinks it would be "nice" to insure SD so she'd get better prenatal care.
Um, if SD is old enough to get knocked up, she's old enough to figure out her own damn insurance.
This is just filling me with dread.