Of course, the morning I have to get up extra early is the coldest morning of the season! It was so hard to slip out from the warm covers, my soft pillow, and my husband’s sleepy arms, but I had a work event bright and early, so I braved the cold morning…reluctantly. Very reluctantly!
By some miracle, I have no events, appointments, or obligations after work, so I get to head straight home and actually enjoy an evening with my husband and stepson. Number one on my agenda is to fit in a workout: any kind of workout, even just 10 minutes, just to move my body, sweat a little, and then enjoy a long, hot shower on a chilly evening. I can already hear a cozy blanket, the fireplace, and my husband’s lap calling my name.
We got some news recently that didn’t exactly surprise us. Psycho is playing her latest round of me-me-me drama, dragging the kids around yet again, and and it’s already taking its toll. All three kids’ grades have dropped over the past week or so. Two of them are getting serial Fs.
I already knew, just from seeing their grades, that the crazy had been dialed way up at their other home. And I already suspected the source: the same person who typically causes upheaval and stress in their lives, but wastes not even a precious second worrying about the impact on them, as long as she is getting what she wants.
I certainly hope the attention, the drama, the pity, and the handouts from her daddy make it worth it to her. Because it sure as hell isn’t worth it to the kids.
No one is exactly shocked that yet another person has decided his life would be better without Psycho in it. We are also not surprised that she has made no effort to protect the kids from her incessant lust for melodrama, and that every choice has been made for her maximal gain and the kids’ utmost detriment. Her priorities are loud and clear, and once again, the kids don’t even make her list.
My older stepson said he described his dad’s and my relationship as “solid” when he was telling a friend about us before meeting us for the first time. That meant a lot to me, and I am proud that he feels safe, secure, and stable in our home.
If the best someone can offer the kids is instability, stress, yelling, worthlessness, and total dependence on others, then perhaps she should spend more time reflecting on much-needed personal improvements, and less time obsessing over my husband and me. But that would be rational, sane, and empathetic to the kids, and I already know better than to expect that.
Sweat & Sparkle 