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| This sums up Psycho perfectly. |
I really just gave up this week. Too much going on, too much stress, no excuse but I didn’t have anything left in the tank to deal with workouts and food diaries. I got called into my second job several times this week, we had a board meeting and dinner event at work, and then the other night, the climax of the week: my boyfriend got a text that his 11-year-old daughter was in the emergency room, getting a soft cast put on her arm.
How this happen? Glad you asked. Psycho, his ex-wife and my stalker, thought it was a good idea to let an 11-year-old child outside to play on a skateboard, unsupervised, and with no helmet and no pads. Predictably, my stepdaughter fell, and she fell so hard that she needs to undergo a procedure today to place the bone back in place before a cast can be put on.
I have so much anger about this. Accidents happen, yeah, but they are guaranteed to happen when a so-called mother can’t be bothered to even strap a helmet onto a child, or bother peeping out a window when the kids are in her father’s pool, or perform any action or function that remotely resembles parenting. I can’t even count on one hand how many ER visits the kids have had in the past year! Let’s see: my younger stepson was in a wheelchair and neck brace while Psycho griped about him not finishing that football game; my older stepson ended up in the ER for a bump on his arm that never got cleaned or taken care of until it festered into a horrible infection; my younger stepdaughter just got a cast off her arm less than a year ago, which wasn’t her first trip to the ER either, since Psycho shredded the inside of that little girl’s throat trying to dig out a doughnut she was choking on for quite some time before Psycho decided to do anything about it.
When my boyfriend called his daughter the other night, she was still crying about how much her arm hurt. In the background, Psycho snapped at her to not start crying again. My boyfriend told his daughter to cry if it hurts, and if her mother had a problem with that, to put her on the phone. Psycho refused to take the phone. Of course she did. She is a coward who bullies children and will not face someone willing to call her out on her bullshit.
Yet again, I have allowed the stress and anger and fury of fearing for the kids, and wondering why in blazing hell she is permitted to have custody of children, to derail me from taking care of me. I get so angry, I can’t even think, except to keep coming back to: if my stepdaughter would have fallen on her head as hard as she did on her arm, with no helmet on…what then?
Sweat & Sparkle 