Another update from the truck
Liz is across the street playing with Jaden, a kindergarten boy who Liz describes as "a good sharer, and he doesn't yell or hit." Sounds like a good friend to me! They're playing with water balloons.
Stephen came over on Thursday and informed the Con that he was moving back to the house in November and would not be having roommates. Score, thx! But now the Con isn't talking to me. I thanked her for letting Liz play downstairs, and she didn't say a word. Liz reminded her to say "you're welcome." pwnd.
I really do feel bad about the whole thing. I wish she was well and could work. I wish I could guarantee her wellbeing and put my own daughter's needs first, but I just don't have the money or the energy. Faults aside, she's my mom.
It has been a tense weekend, to say the least. I'm just waiting for her to unleash another tirade about what a horrible person I am. I just hope I have the maturity to be stoic and counter her argument with facts and numbers instead of dredging up examples of how we went without as kids (no daycare after age 8, days without lunch money, secondhand clothes, etc.) and how Liz doesn't deserve that. Because really, Liz doesn't deserve a fractured relationship with her grandma.
(Note: Secondhand clothes are fine for me now. But after being bullied for my appearance all through school, I think I'll spring for new or very gently used current clothes for Liz, to give her a fighting chance. I can get my own stuff at thrift stores.)
Anyway, there's drama. I can't wait until
move, until home is a mellow place where I want to be.
Stephen came over on Thursday and informed the Con that he was moving back to the house in November and would not be having roommates. Score, thx! But now the Con isn't talking to me. I thanked her for letting Liz play downstairs, and she didn't say a word. Liz reminded her to say "you're welcome." pwnd.
I really do feel bad about the whole thing. I wish she was well and could work. I wish I could guarantee her wellbeing and put my own daughter's needs first, but I just don't have the money or the energy. Faults aside, she's my mom.
It has been a tense weekend, to say the least. I'm just waiting for her to unleash another tirade about what a horrible person I am. I just hope I have the maturity to be stoic and counter her argument with facts and numbers instead of dredging up examples of how we went without as kids (no daycare after age 8, days without lunch money, secondhand clothes, etc.) and how Liz doesn't deserve that. Because really, Liz doesn't deserve a fractured relationship with her grandma.
(Note: Secondhand clothes are fine for me now. But after being bullied for my appearance all through school, I think I'll spring for new or very gently used current clothes for Liz, to give her a fighting chance. I can get my own stuff at thrift stores.)
Anyway, there's drama. I can't wait until
move, until home is a mellow place where I want to be.