Limited Sanity

Not really, I hate confrontation, but I sure do talk a mad game. I’ve never been in a physical altercation, I prefer evisceration by verbiage as my form of attack, and again, as a last resort because I hate confrontation.

I woke up to a missed call from D and a very sad sounding voicemail from Raelyn, asking me to call her back because it’s been a rough morning. D also text asking me to call Rae because she needs her friend because it was a rough morning because of her mother. Of course I called immediately and got to visit with her for about 40 mins to find out what’s up, if she needs to talk, how she’s doing, etc.

This poor kid. She told me about how rough drop-off was last night at dad’s house. Mom pulled in the driveway and started yelling and screaming and crying. She also told me mom tried to slap dad and dad had to say he was going to call the cops in order to get her to leave. All of this coming from a 9 year old. She was then telling me about this morning, how mom was texting dad awful things, calling her (kiddo) a liar, saying she would be better off without him in her life, and so on and so on. I wanted to cry for this little girl. She told me her and dad had a good talk and a good cry about it this morning. She’s terrified of losing her father. When it’s threatened every other day, I would be too.

This poor little girl has to hear and see everyone associated with her mother treat her dad like crap. This morning when dropping her off to daycare around 9 am, he said everyone there treated him like a criminal. The first girl at the front desk refused to listen or acknowledge the information he was telling her about Rae and her diabetic care for the day – her Dexcom was changed and was still warming up, they needed to know they may have to manually check her. Instead, the girl said she would consult with her mother regarding her care. THEN they tried to stop him from walking her down to her classroom and once he got to her classroom, the teacher tried to rush her inside as if he were a threat to anyone. She sees her father being treated this way and it’s absolutely confusing because she’s put in the middle.

I made sure to tell her this morning that dad and I both understand that she has to keep her head down and sometimes say what mom wants to hear to stay out of trouble and that’s okay. We love her just the same and understand sometimes that’s easier to deal with than the wrath of mom, who prides herself in running her home by fear because she thinks it teaches “respect.” Sure is working out great for the middle child of hers….

D is terrified she’s going to file something before or while they’re out here visiting me, something that will stop his visits or pull them back into court. I emailed his attorney on his behalf and per his request today to update her and let her know we’re ready to proceed with trying for primary care. With twins on the way, her attitude will only escalate and make life for everyone more miserable and kiddo’s diabetic care will just be further down the list and she’ll expect kiddo to be able to take care of all of it on her own.

Wish us luck, I have a feeling this will be one hell of a fight.