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So, she found out about the beach - told my SDs she was going to take them as well, that she has them a pool and a swingset and art supplies and all kinds of stuff and that everyone misses them so bad, etc.
Well let's just say I have two adult SD's. One is DS (Demon Seed) and the other is PF (Princess Fantasyland). Right now PF is miles away from us with a child & BF by the name of LB (Lump Boy), and no realistic ambitions of her own at the moment. PF does show signs of lucidity at times and it our hope (DH & mine) that PF will take child and return home to some sense of reality. Hoping against hope that PF will not marry LB & consign herself to a life of abject misery.
I am so glad that we as humans have the ability to forget.
I don't know if this is going to be an ongoing problem or not yet. H picks up SD and drops off at the same time EOW...6pm. If drop offs need to be early he will call BM and make sure it is ok. Every Friday she will call between 4-6 times while he is on the way to see what landmark he is at. It takes anywhere between 1 1/2- 2 hours each way to get there. I don't know why he even answers the phone, but he does most of the time. We always get a call Sunday morning to see when we will be dropping her off. Same conversation... 6pm. I feel like the movie Groundhog Day.
So FH decided to go ahead and call CPS...they said she's not doing anything illegal. A 5 year old can be outside while you watch from a 2nd story apartment window, I guess and it's ok for a child not to bathe unless their hair is greasy...One more for BM I guess..this woman gets away with everything. And he can wear clothes too small for him and it's ok. The worker doesn't suspect any abuse. whatever...ugh...I give up
I burst into tears. The judge signed the decree giving me RIGHTS to my SON (thats right, he isn't my step-son anymore!!)
We have a hearing in August t finalize everything and sign the paperwork to have his birth certificate changed. His mom never even called the court to contest!
THANK YOU GOD!!!
Dh and I have been working with the skids on responsibility and things they can do to show responsibility. We live near the downtown of a city in a historic neighborhood filled with small locally owned shops. About 3-4 blocks away, on our street is an artisan bread bakery and an upscale corner market. We shop at one or the other almost daily, frequently with the kids in tow. The owners and staff know us and the kids.
BM calls at 5:30 raising hell to H about SS did not want to come he hates us and she cannot wait till he is 12 and can say that he hates us and does not have to come back. She then proceeds to go off about how H said something to her about ss not having food to eat when staying with the 13yr old sitter. BM was yelling and cussing. H told her if ss was not at the house by 6:30 he would call his lawyer and file contempt charges. She told him go ahead big boy and he told her he would he was tired of this crap it was his time with his son.
I get so tired of having to deal with what seems to be constant bullsh*t that in some way involves the BM. This is just the last couple of days…
Well the sh*t is about to hit the fan with the SD19 and I. Last Thursday night I came home from work after a 14 hr day.( I work 2 jobs) and as I walk into the house I hear her say "I need a flag". So stupid me I ask "What do you need a flag for?" Then comes the bitchy voice telling me " I wasn't talking to YOU!", ok so I say "excuse me" and with the same attitude I get back "you're excused" Ok I know I asked for it didn't I? )*(&#$)(*
I put my stuff down, went up to our bedroom, closed the door and waited until she left the house.