This week was the 2 month anniversary of the breakup. Still no contact and not looking to see what he's up to. I'm no longer tempted to peek at his ridiculous dating profile.

It's an SS13 week -- more than half over, thank goodness. He's never been the most pleasant kid, but now we have teen attitude. He ignores my existence, so none of it is aimed at me, but it drives DH crazy.

Anyway, SS has gotten into a pattern of making himself scrambled eggs every morning before catching the bus. Fine. Good that he's learned to make something for himself.

The offical CO has SD13 living with us 50/50 and no child support being paid. BM is a piece of sh!t and never follows the order and declines visitation when having SD13 doesn't fit her schedule. DH has said NOTHING to BM for the past 1.5 years this has been going on. IMHO he should have taken her back to court and filed for CS. 

I have nothing to do with bm , mutual hatred.

Today I've been to see a consultant, awaiting not so great tests,  and ordered dd a food delivery for our return home.

Dh failed to clarify with ss whether he will be staying or not, assumed not.

Myself and dd arrived home and awaited her food delivery. So a car pulls up and I dutifully went to door/outside. To come face to face with ss and bm. Felt surprised, awkward, upset , she obviously felt the same!

Etc etc.

Dr confirmed what I thought I knew - it is NOT cancer and NOT a stroke and NOT a brain bleed.

When I described the symptoms, he said if it happens again, go immediately to the ER.

DH's surgery went well. Expect he'll be in some pain and will definitely be going for physical therapy, but the scariest part is over. Whew.

And still not a peep from SD43ish or SS37ish. SD has made it clear that she is not speaking to him (and won't tell him why, she's so mature). SS is a little more mysterious. They seemed to be ok, but he's gone radio silent.  The fear is always that the call of addiction is back in play. I pray not.

I'm not going to bother to call them. They obviously don't care. It's so unbelievable to me.

We got proof of life yesterday.  It started with a text.  "Sorry, I am having memory problems and keep forgetting to call.".

We both got home early enough to speak with him. He sounded good, works seems to be going well. I always get nervous when he goes radio silent as this was highly indicative of poor performance when he was in his late HS phase.

His cat is apparently demanding, happy, and torturing  him. I like this cat.

We got proof of life yesterday.  It started with a text.  "Sorry, I am having memory problems and keep forgetting to call.".

We both got home early enough to speak with him. He sounded good, works seems to be going well. I always get nervous when he goes radio silent as this was highly indicative of poor performance when he was in his late HS phase.

His cat is apparently demanding, happy, and torturing  him. I like this cat.

Recap: SD17 Power sulk purchased a tattoo kit online, with money from an "allowance" being given by Toxic Troll. It was sent to our house. I researched, found out what it was, spoke with sweetheart niece, and determined that she would not get her kit until 18. 65 days. Spoke with husband (hes not dear at the point, in case youve missed that...) and he generally agreed with me, and promised that he would not give her kit until 18. I gave it over to him with assurances we were united in this.

What really happened:

I'll start with in high school I played field hockey, indoor and outdoor track. My ex boyfriends mom was a physical therapist... so I'm not a complete f'n moron when it comes to muscles. 

SD is NOT an athlete. She tries (kind of but she isn't competitive ) really just isn't. She started playing lacrosse again last year (10th grade) and she hasn't played since she was 9. She played rec basketball 5th-7th grade.