So...today is a new day. It's at least SLIGHTLY less aggravating than yesterday, but maybe that's simply due to the fact I'm not REALLY trying to make things happen today.
Truth is, much of my life is sorta out of my hands at this point. I've put my calls in to the right people and now I just have to wait. Waiting sucks...
So...while I wait, let me update you a little on what's been happening since last we spoke.
I am now in Texas. Yeeeeehaw!!
My family and I arrived in San Angelo, Texas back in November after a long, overly dramatic day of travel. We spent the next couple of days relaxing and regrouping. And after that it pretty much went straight down hill.
My birth mother, who had been so excited to have us over the summer, apparently wanted absolutely nothing to do with us now. Any time at all we tried to spend together her boyfriend quickly monopolized. When she took a day off of work to be with us, he called, every five minutes, and then, showed up and "needed" her for something, and then HAD to go eat...leaving me and my family all dressed and ready to go run some much needed errands...standing there like assholes...
Unfortunately it didn't get much better than that.
Thanksgiving came and we were all looking forward to our first Family Gathering. I slaved over a hot stove cooking up all our favorite holiday things, and she barely bothered to show up. She'd gone to Thanksgiving at her boyfriend's family first, watched the game and then GRACED us with her presence briefly before going home. I felt so fucking jipped. Everyone was upset about it. I assured my newly found little sister that Christmas would NOT be the same. My family would spend the WHOLE day with hers and it would be awesome.
Finally our moving truck showed up, after about a month, and we happily moved from her house into the apartment over the garage. We fully expected that having our own space would make things better. They didn't.
Christmas came and I kept my promise. We showed up early, lit the fire in the pit in the backyard, and threw back some beers while waiting for the food to be done. Then, the ex showed up. My birth mother's ex. It got tense then as my sister's knew 'mom' had to be told and that would mean she wouldn't come.
She came. But only to drop off the food she'd been in charge of bringing. And no, she didn't get out of the car. She didn't want the kids to know she was there. She didn't apologize and she didn't wish us a merry christmas. She simply had her boyfriend drive her over, handed us the food through the car window, and drove away. And y'know what's funny about that...I actually had a great time laughing it up with her ex, who is supposed to be a horrible person, but clearly showed more interest in getting to know me than she did.
And he shared some really interesting thoughts on our situation...but I'll bring that up again later.
Anyway...so we managed to squeeze out a pretty righteous Christmas.
And then, she kicked us out.
I had written something about hating someone fat (on facebook) and she texted asking who I was talking about, assuming it was her or her boyfriend. She was right, it was her boyfriend, but I wasn't about to dwell on that point. I tried to make it clear that we didn't hate her, in fact we were really disappointed in the way she didn't seem to want to spend any time with us...she went on and on about how disrespectful we are and how they "shouldn't be put through this" or some such shit. I suggested we sit down and talk, since it had clearly gotten out of hand...which she agreed to, and right when the situation seemed to be looking up...she said she'd only sit and talk to me if her boyfriend was there. I said I only wanted to speak to her, and then she asked us to leave. She said she'd give us help with rent to live somewhere else or whatever...and that was pretty much the last I heard from her.
A week passed. Another week. And no word on how she planned to help us move, now that we'd spent all of our money to GET to San Angelo. I texted, she ignored me. I taped a letter to her door, she ignored it. Finally one day I waited for her boyfriend to leave for work and I stood in the driveway waiting for her. I asked if she was going to help us move, and she went on and on about how much she looooooved me and all this. I was like, just help us get out of here. I texted her after she'd gotten in her car and said I'd make myself available if she wanted to sit and talk.
She responded by telling me there was no point, we had nothing further to discuss, and I wasn't to contact her again in any way from that point on.
So much for the fairy tale...right?
Truth is, much of my life is sorta out of my hands at this point. I've put my calls in to the right people and now I just have to wait. Waiting sucks...
So...while I wait, let me update you a little on what's been happening since last we spoke.
I am now in Texas. Yeeeeehaw!!
My family and I arrived in San Angelo, Texas back in November after a long, overly dramatic day of travel. We spent the next couple of days relaxing and regrouping. And after that it pretty much went straight down hill.
My birth mother, who had been so excited to have us over the summer, apparently wanted absolutely nothing to do with us now. Any time at all we tried to spend together her boyfriend quickly monopolized. When she took a day off of work to be with us, he called, every five minutes, and then, showed up and "needed" her for something, and then HAD to go eat...leaving me and my family all dressed and ready to go run some much needed errands...standing there like assholes...
Unfortunately it didn't get much better than that.
Thanksgiving came and we were all looking forward to our first Family Gathering. I slaved over a hot stove cooking up all our favorite holiday things, and she barely bothered to show up. She'd gone to Thanksgiving at her boyfriend's family first, watched the game and then GRACED us with her presence briefly before going home. I felt so fucking jipped. Everyone was upset about it. I assured my newly found little sister that Christmas would NOT be the same. My family would spend the WHOLE day with hers and it would be awesome.
Finally our moving truck showed up, after about a month, and we happily moved from her house into the apartment over the garage. We fully expected that having our own space would make things better. They didn't.
Christmas came and I kept my promise. We showed up early, lit the fire in the pit in the backyard, and threw back some beers while waiting for the food to be done. Then, the ex showed up. My birth mother's ex. It got tense then as my sister's knew 'mom' had to be told and that would mean she wouldn't come.
She came. But only to drop off the food she'd been in charge of bringing. And no, she didn't get out of the car. She didn't want the kids to know she was there. She didn't apologize and she didn't wish us a merry christmas. She simply had her boyfriend drive her over, handed us the food through the car window, and drove away. And y'know what's funny about that...I actually had a great time laughing it up with her ex, who is supposed to be a horrible person, but clearly showed more interest in getting to know me than she did.
And he shared some really interesting thoughts on our situation...but I'll bring that up again later.
Anyway...so we managed to squeeze out a pretty righteous Christmas.
And then, she kicked us out.
I had written something about hating someone fat (on facebook) and she texted asking who I was talking about, assuming it was her or her boyfriend. She was right, it was her boyfriend, but I wasn't about to dwell on that point. I tried to make it clear that we didn't hate her, in fact we were really disappointed in the way she didn't seem to want to spend any time with us...she went on and on about how disrespectful we are and how they "shouldn't be put through this" or some such shit. I suggested we sit down and talk, since it had clearly gotten out of hand...which she agreed to, and right when the situation seemed to be looking up...she said she'd only sit and talk to me if her boyfriend was there. I said I only wanted to speak to her, and then she asked us to leave. She said she'd give us help with rent to live somewhere else or whatever...and that was pretty much the last I heard from her.
A week passed. Another week. And no word on how she planned to help us move, now that we'd spent all of our money to GET to San Angelo. I texted, she ignored me. I taped a letter to her door, she ignored it. Finally one day I waited for her boyfriend to leave for work and I stood in the driveway waiting for her. I asked if she was going to help us move, and she went on and on about how much she looooooved me and all this. I was like, just help us get out of here. I texted her after she'd gotten in her car and said I'd make myself available if she wanted to sit and talk.
She responded by telling me there was no point, we had nothing further to discuss, and I wasn't to contact her again in any way from that point on.
So much for the fairy tale...right?
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OMFucking god. What a insane experience!