confrontation/17 wks.

Oct 29, 2015 09:04

Well, it turns out that Elizabeth did steal from me. My missing color palette of eyeshadow and whatnot and also my tube of concealer.

Chandra was absolutely humiliated because of what her daughter had done. I don't know why... I told her it was no big deal. Kids will be kids. It's not for her lack of trying to teach her kids right from wrong, either. Hers is a complicated story, and I understand it, but I'm not going to air the dirty laundry either.

However, she did call me Monday night, and she did put Elizabeth on the phone with me. What I said to that kid really had her thinking... and even while I was talking to her, brought me to tears. Evidently it did something right, as Elizabeth broke down and bawled her eyes out after she'd gotten off the phone with me... and that's the first time she'd ever shown any kind of emotion about anything wrong she'd ever done. I'd asked her why she did it, and of course, I got the standard 'I don't know'. So, I told her, 'No, you do know. You got pissed off at your mother because she took your makeup to punish you for something else you'd done, so you decided to take mine instead. You know how much and how little we have, how we sacrifice for our daughters, and how we bust our asses for everything nice we do have. That makeup was a Christmas gift I got last year. I forgive you, but I cannot trust you anymore. And for me, that is the worst thing that I personally have to do... Not being able to trust someone hurts me the most. It will take you a very, very long time for me to be able to trust you again.'

She even started to show more emotion and actually open up with her mom and step dad that night, too. Kurt and Chandra sat down with her and had a very, very long talk with her over this. Kurt said she was 'damn lucky' that I wasn't pressing charges. Because if it had been anyone else, there would have been a chance she could have gone to juvy... and could have lost everything and everyone she held dear.

Chandra was very relieved that I wasn't going to press charges... as I'd told her, it was not a huge deal, and kids were kids... and that she was going to make Elizabeth talk to me about this face-to-face this week. Which will actually be tonight, after my girls do with their father for dinner date. Elizabeth doesn't want to do it, because she's already been caught and was pissy and sullen about it enough. But if she wants to regain my trust, it's a very small step in the road for her.

Well, today we're 17 weeks... I hadn't really felt Baby move yesterday much, and last night's dinner really didn't agree with me at all... I won't go into the nasty details, but it's your typical sick-pregnant momma reaction to food. It also really didn't help that Xy was in the bathtub at the time it happened, because as I'm getting sick, I'm hearing Xy constantly asking me if I'm OK.

I've told mom, Roy and Chandra all that when it comes time for the ultrasound next Thursday, I don't want to look at the screen until they tell me that Baby has a heartbeat. Because when we went in to find out about Aden... he didn't have one. He was just crumpled up into a fetal ball.

Hopefully, God will remain merciful and allow us to have this child.

mom, morning sickness, punk kid issues, changes, 2nd trimester, attitude adjustment, friends, baby, roy, grateful

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