It's no shock to people that know me that I do not like my daughter's "other family." I try not to use the word hate because that's just an ugly word.
But, how else do I describe them and what I feel? I've known them for 10 years and it's been a LONG 10 years. Anyone ever met an entire family from the backwoods of Alabama who feel that their way is the only right way - ever? Well that's them. I constantly get emails/phone calls from my ex's mom to let me know how I should be raising Missy. Last time I checked she had 3 children, 2 of which didn't turn out so well therefore I think I'll take my own chances on raising her.
Missy does not see her dad. Who's choice? A little bit of both I guess. I refuse to go to court to get money out of him. He would need a job to do that.....ha! Work is not in his vocabulary. I'd rather work 5 jobs than call him up for daycare money because he is just a mean, mean, mean person. I have had the same cell # for years and he's yet to call me.........in........well I don't know the last time he called me. That's sad.
Oh well. I heard through the grapevine some time ago he moved to West Virginia. Thanks for calling your daughter and telling her.
So this is the life I live with the "other family."
It's on my brain because Missy is going to Alabama for the weekend with them. Not her dad. But her grandma and aunt. There are 5 generations alive on that side (wasn't hard since they have kids about every 16 years in the family). Anyway, they are doing pictures with the kids and their great-great grandma.
I should be happy........a no kid weekend. But I am sad. I do not like her going away without me because I cannot protect her from that far away.
It's all I've thought about all day.....my little girl and her big trip for the weekend.