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She called to chat with daddy today for which I am glad because it pleases him. As long as she doesn't leave him in the cold then I could care less if she likes me again. But anywho, she told him she was not mad at me no more but was not ready to come around yet... Dern I thought she would grace us with her presence---I was about to roll out the red carpet and everything,LOL!! She wishes. Dear people I am not crazy but I have to laugh about this silly situation to be able to cope!
So I am a single mom and my oldest 13 wants to move in with her dad, she feeds him all the information that goes on at our house. whenever her SF yells, or does anything she doesn't like. It is like being prisoners in our own home. Texting and cell phones are getting to be really annoying.
I'm new to this blog thing and still working out all of the abbreviations people use, but here I go.
I'll start with the Low's (but atleast these low's are changeable, hopefully). So we had our sitdown talk with BM to discuss why she was all of a sudden blocking my BF from gaining joint custody of Scooty (SD5). Even though I hate to admit it, I do understand where she is coming from. Since I have come into my BF and Scooty's life, Scooty has been happier and healthier, BM has gotten more time to herself...it's basically been going well for everyone. BM is worried that if for some reason BF and I were to break up that things would "go back to the way they were".
Snyopsis: DH & I married 17 years. 26 YO SD. She and I have cold but polite relationship due to her manipulative, drama queen, dishonest behavior.
I am having a rough day today.
Today you are 34. A long way from the 18yo single teen mom college student you were when we met.
You have become this amazing, confident beautiful woman. I am proud to be your husband. Not that you were not amazing and confident when you were an 18yo single teen mom. Your confidence, work ethic and extreme focus were there all along. They are yours and yours alone. No one gave them to you, no one guided you, no one pressured you. Your accomplishments are your own. Your Undergrad, MBA, CPA ...... all you. No one else. Your accomplishments to claim, celebrate and enjoy.
So, my Lovely Bride and I had a great weekend. Filled with our usual combination of relaxing reading, hand holding, intense passion and some out of the house activities. We ran to the beach to check out the big waves from Bill's passing.
Then there was THE fight. My perspective: I use too much toilet paper, I am inconsiderate and do not drip dry in the shower before stepping out to get a towel which gets the bath mat wet, I do not clean up after anyone but myself, etc......
???????????? You think I am kidding right? Nope, I am not kidding at all.
So my MIL and FIL are in town for the month. They live in Fl. (BM and skids live about a hour from them) So they get to see them often. Well they stopped by last night, and we have not seen them in so long, but most of what was talked about was about BM. This happens all the time!
Hey guys. Hope you all are managing laterly. Ok, I've not been on here because, I've been blissfully happy because SD now 9 has been visiting dad's mom, and her mom during the summer. Although we wanted her to spend the time with her mom, her mom wasn't able to see her the WHOLE summer until the last two weeks of the summer -- when we were going to have her. WTF! You can't make time to see your child? Whatever...
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