busy week.
It's been a crazy week so far. Today's probably going to be the only 'down day' I have. Roy has been getting his Chevy up and running since Fri/Sat. Between class, getting stuff fixed for my college graduation(!!!) on Friday night, and ordering Zerrin's cupcakes and cake for her birthday party this weekend(!!!), it's been nuts.
That and I've tried hard to not 'rent' space in my head when it comes to my ex. He and his family did something to Xylia over last weekend that was just so incredibly vile that it make me sick to my stomach and bawl my eyes out. Xylia had worn her "I'm Getting A Baby Brother!" T-shirt to school on Friday. After we'd found out the news that our little one was a boy on Thurs, I'd made up each of the girls one of those to wear- if they'd wanted to- to school the next day. Roy and I had to discourage Xy not to wear it to her father's house, because we knew that 1.) Something was going to be said/done about it, and or 2.) There was going to be a huge controversy over it when the girls got back, or 3.) 1 and 2.
Well, the answer, unfortunately, was 3. Xylia was told, quite firmly, that she was NOT to wear that shirt back to her father's house ever again- and if she did, the t-shirt would be DESTROYED, and that she was to wear what HE provided her on the weekends he had her, because the shirt (not a tank top, a WHITE short-sleeved shirt with blue and silver words across it) was 'inappropriate' and 'full of lies'.
I could not quite believe my ears. He and his entire family stole a 6 1/2 year old's JOY over the fact his ex-wife was pregnant with a boy child- something that he was not able to do, and had blamed his ex-wife (me) when his youngest daughter (Zerrin) was confirmed a girl. So they used Xy as an 'example' to me- hurt her feelings, stole her joy, essentially made her feel ashamed- that her mother (me) had moved on with someone else (Roy) and was happy for the first time in her life.
Needless to say, I was floored. I wept for her. I had actually had all of this confirmed by Phillip over the phone- with his mother in the background saying things to me about how my little boy is a bastard child and how he will never have the father nor the family that the girls have.
I had told Phillip, and his family (because, of course, he'd had me on speakerphone) that they should all be ashamed of the fact they stole her joy. They should all be ashamed of the fact that they essentially hurt her because they wanted to hurt me. They had told Xy and Z that I was nothing but a liar over a t-shirt. I had said them, "How DARE you. How DARE you ALL steal a little girl's joy like that. You had NO right to do that. You had NO RIGHT at all, you all should be ashamed of yourselves. Shame on you, shame on every single one of you! I will pray for you all, you all have a good night." And with his bitch of a mother still going off on me, I hung up on him.
Talking does nothing to solve anything at all with that family. And then Phillip got hold of me on FB and was telling me how I 'never admitted to doing anything wrong'. Oh no. I admit to doing things wrong. I just don't have to admit when I'm wrong to him anymore, because we're not married. Things with the girls, yes, I will. I've only admitted wrong on two things concerning them, and that was times/days of Dr appts. And I gave Phillip a long list of things that he had never admitted wrong to- that I still haven't gotten a response over, and I probably won't, because he and his family believe that men are kings and gods themselves.
Really happy that I got away from him and his! Bunch of psychotic wack-jobs, every single one of them.
Moving on to Monday, we were told that our caps and gowns would be in. So I went and attempted to pick up mine. Yeah, attempted. Kristi looked everywhere for mine, and come to find out they had sent me my cap and gown... in the wrong color. Associate degree grads wear silver, and certificate grads wear blue. Mine... was blue. So she said she'd call, see if they couldn't air ship it to her in the right color, see if it was a technical error, etc., and come see her in the morning. Well, yesterday, I did. I went in to see her, and asked her about my cap and gown. She said that it wouldn't be there until tomorrow. *facepalm* And it was a technical error, on their part... because my order had said 'degree' and they had sent me the one for a certificate instead. So, Roy and I have to go to my college tomorrow, the day of the grad practice might I add, and pick up my cap and gown and find some way to get the folded wrinkles out of it so that I might go to practice with it. Oh... and I graduate with honors on Friday. I maintained a straight 3.8, so I get red corded tassels to hang over my shoulders. Chandra (Mrs. Brainiac LOL) got a straight 4.0 across the board, and she's graduating with gold ones. I wouldn't be shocked to hear that she made this class' Valedictorian on top of it, if tech colleges have such a thing.
Zerrin is still having a lot of difficulty adjusting to the fact that she's having a little brother. She was choking up after a bit and tells me that I'm lying and that the baby in my tummy is a girl, and that it will only be a girl no matter what is said. Then, after we bring up 'baby brother' to her, she'll seem OK about it for about 5 minutes, and then go off about how she wants a little sister or that she doesn't want a baby anything at all. This is weird, uncharted territory for me. My almost 4-yr-old is jealous and scared that she's not still going to be my baby. This is kinda why I wanted to have one closer to her being about 2 1/2, but God had other Plans.
Oh... And I've secretly agreed with Roy about our son's name. Even though I didn't care for it at first, I guess the name 'Ares' has rubbed off on me. Ares Malachi. Though really, I think he should have two middle names... but that's only because his sisters have two middle names.
I need to get off of here and eat, now that I'm starting to feel somewhat 'normal'. Ares is moving around a little bit now, and I need to feed both of us. =)
Have a great day, and don't let negative people rent space in your head =)
THANK A VET =) ALL GAVE SOME AND SOME GAVE ALL =)
That and I've tried hard to not 'rent' space in my head when it comes to my ex. He and his family did something to Xylia over last weekend that was just so incredibly vile that it make me sick to my stomach and bawl my eyes out. Xylia had worn her "I'm Getting A Baby Brother!" T-shirt to school on Friday. After we'd found out the news that our little one was a boy on Thurs, I'd made up each of the girls one of those to wear- if they'd wanted to- to school the next day. Roy and I had to discourage Xy not to wear it to her father's house, because we knew that 1.) Something was going to be said/done about it, and or 2.) There was going to be a huge controversy over it when the girls got back, or 3.) 1 and 2.
Well, the answer, unfortunately, was 3. Xylia was told, quite firmly, that she was NOT to wear that shirt back to her father's house ever again- and if she did, the t-shirt would be DESTROYED, and that she was to wear what HE provided her on the weekends he had her, because the shirt (not a tank top, a WHITE short-sleeved shirt with blue and silver words across it) was 'inappropriate' and 'full of lies'.
I could not quite believe my ears. He and his entire family stole a 6 1/2 year old's JOY over the fact his ex-wife was pregnant with a boy child- something that he was not able to do, and had blamed his ex-wife (me) when his youngest daughter (Zerrin) was confirmed a girl. So they used Xy as an 'example' to me- hurt her feelings, stole her joy, essentially made her feel ashamed- that her mother (me) had moved on with someone else (Roy) and was happy for the first time in her life.
Needless to say, I was floored. I wept for her. I had actually had all of this confirmed by Phillip over the phone- with his mother in the background saying things to me about how my little boy is a bastard child and how he will never have the father nor the family that the girls have.
I had told Phillip, and his family (because, of course, he'd had me on speakerphone) that they should all be ashamed of the fact they stole her joy. They should all be ashamed of the fact that they essentially hurt her because they wanted to hurt me. They had told Xy and Z that I was nothing but a liar over a t-shirt. I had said them, "How DARE you. How DARE you ALL steal a little girl's joy like that. You had NO right to do that. You had NO RIGHT at all, you all should be ashamed of yourselves. Shame on you, shame on every single one of you! I will pray for you all, you all have a good night." And with his bitch of a mother still going off on me, I hung up on him.
Talking does nothing to solve anything at all with that family. And then Phillip got hold of me on FB and was telling me how I 'never admitted to doing anything wrong'. Oh no. I admit to doing things wrong. I just don't have to admit when I'm wrong to him anymore, because we're not married. Things with the girls, yes, I will. I've only admitted wrong on two things concerning them, and that was times/days of Dr appts. And I gave Phillip a long list of things that he had never admitted wrong to- that I still haven't gotten a response over, and I probably won't, because he and his family believe that men are kings and gods themselves.
Really happy that I got away from him and his! Bunch of psychotic wack-jobs, every single one of them.
Moving on to Monday, we were told that our caps and gowns would be in. So I went and attempted to pick up mine. Yeah, attempted. Kristi looked everywhere for mine, and come to find out they had sent me my cap and gown... in the wrong color. Associate degree grads wear silver, and certificate grads wear blue. Mine... was blue. So she said she'd call, see if they couldn't air ship it to her in the right color, see if it was a technical error, etc., and come see her in the morning. Well, yesterday, I did. I went in to see her, and asked her about my cap and gown. She said that it wouldn't be there until tomorrow. *facepalm* And it was a technical error, on their part... because my order had said 'degree' and they had sent me the one for a certificate instead. So, Roy and I have to go to my college tomorrow, the day of the grad practice might I add, and pick up my cap and gown and find some way to get the folded wrinkles out of it so that I might go to practice with it. Oh... and I graduate with honors on Friday. I maintained a straight 3.8, so I get red corded tassels to hang over my shoulders. Chandra (Mrs. Brainiac LOL) got a straight 4.0 across the board, and she's graduating with gold ones. I wouldn't be shocked to hear that she made this class' Valedictorian on top of it, if tech colleges have such a thing.
Zerrin is still having a lot of difficulty adjusting to the fact that she's having a little brother. She was choking up after a bit and tells me that I'm lying and that the baby in my tummy is a girl, and that it will only be a girl no matter what is said. Then, after we bring up 'baby brother' to her, she'll seem OK about it for about 5 minutes, and then go off about how she wants a little sister or that she doesn't want a baby anything at all. This is weird, uncharted territory for me. My almost 4-yr-old is jealous and scared that she's not still going to be my baby. This is kinda why I wanted to have one closer to her being about 2 1/2, but God had other Plans.
Oh... And I've secretly agreed with Roy about our son's name. Even though I didn't care for it at first, I guess the name 'Ares' has rubbed off on me. Ares Malachi. Though really, I think he should have two middle names... but that's only because his sisters have two middle names.
I need to get off of here and eat, now that I'm starting to feel somewhat 'normal'. Ares is moving around a little bit now, and I need to feed both of us. =)
Have a great day, and don't let negative people rent space in your head =)
THANK A VET =) ALL GAVE SOME AND SOME GAVE ALL =)