Seven, lucky?
Seven years of heart-break stumbled out of me this morning.
Seven years of dealing with the 'family' that I married into not accepting me.
Seven years of them trying to get me to conform.
Seven years of my thoughts and ideas being laughed at.
Seven years of realizing that I don't really matter in the grand scheme of things.
Seven years of feeling absolutely alone.
Seven years of being ridiculed.
Seven years of being reminded that I only serve one purpose.
And that purpose is to raise THEIR grandchild.
Note the way that is worded...
Yes she is my daughter.. but no one would really know. She spends most of her time over there because they demand it. They no longer "ask" if they can take her. They just call and say.. "I'm going to pick her up at such and such time".
And should I say "No.. you are not" -- then the drama starts and I hear never-ending complaints of how I am "keeping her from them".
All I am good for, it seems, is to give her a bed to sleep in and get her to school.
You know, I hardly ever see my kid anymore? It's like they have taken over everything. Like I am just 'hired help' except that silly part where I don't get paid. Rather I get yelled at for trying to find ways to bring in extra income..
I am honestly starting to feel a bit trapped.
Trapped and pretty worthless.
Heh.. it's almost exactly like I felt growing up..
Seven years of dealing with the 'family' that I married into not accepting me.
Seven years of them trying to get me to conform.
Seven years of my thoughts and ideas being laughed at.
Seven years of realizing that I don't really matter in the grand scheme of things.
Seven years of feeling absolutely alone.
Seven years of being ridiculed.
Seven years of being reminded that I only serve one purpose.
And that purpose is to raise THEIR grandchild.
Note the way that is worded...
Yes she is my daughter.. but no one would really know. She spends most of her time over there because they demand it. They no longer "ask" if they can take her. They just call and say.. "I'm going to pick her up at such and such time".
And should I say "No.. you are not" -- then the drama starts and I hear never-ending complaints of how I am "keeping her from them".
All I am good for, it seems, is to give her a bed to sleep in and get her to school.
You know, I hardly ever see my kid anymore? It's like they have taken over everything. Like I am just 'hired help' except that silly part where I don't get paid. Rather I get yelled at for trying to find ways to bring in extra income..
I am honestly starting to feel a bit trapped.
Trapped and pretty worthless.
Heh.. it's almost exactly like I felt growing up..