A Little Less Drama

Well, it's been a weird week. After all that yelling and screaming my daughter broke it off with Sean the drunk. At least I think she did!? She started talking to some old friends and I thought she was actually going to start going out once in a while. That hasn't happened yet and now she's still talking about Sean. As long as she knows he's not welcomed here. He really managed to get on my bad side. It's very rare for me to not allow someone into my home, I'm usually too forgiving and easy going. Sean knows though how I feel about him and knows I know exactly what kind of person he is; which probably explains why he is so terrified of this old lady.

He had my daughter to the point where she truly thought he was the only one who cared about her. All this happened way to quick too. In spite of the fact that Sean spent his entire pay in 2 days in the bar and I had $100.00 go missing, my daughter doesn't (or refuses) to see it.

I tried explaining to my daughter what life was like for my friend Cathy who lived with my brother John. I have a name for him I can't repeat and not get banned from the blog site. Yes, my own brother! In spite of my brother Cathy is one of my best friends and a wonderful mother to my niece and nephew. You see my brother used to do the same things to Cathy. John was 10 years older than her and thought he found a real sucker. My brother John would clear no less than $600.00 a week but Cathy and the kids never saw it. Cathy had to live on welfare to provide for the children. I tried explaining at the time to Cathy that there was no way all that money went to the bar in just a few days; that there was drugs involved. Cathy didn't believe me until the night my brother came home and put a shotgun to his children's heads (they were 2 and 4 at the time). Fortunately Cathy was able to get away without harm. I do not want to see something like this happen to my daughter and this Sean has my brother written all over him.

As a matter of fact my brother dared to contact me last year after not seeing or having anything do to with his children in 10 years. He's been in hiding so he wouldn't have to pay child support. Well his first mistake was calling me! He actually had the gall to ask me to sneak his kids up to see him. Little did he know the first time I called him I was calling from Cathy's! I just simply blocked her number. I kept in contact with that jerk for 2 months until I finally got his address out him. Cathy and the kids not only get child support now but got 10 years back support! My brother is so stupid, he knows that when it comes to children I will ALWAYS put them first. If I thought he deserved to see them I'd would have had no problem approaching Cathy about it. But John is still drinking and using drugs, so forget it.

Even my life was not easy living with an alcoholic father who also suffered with schizophrenia. In spite of the stories my daughter just don't listen. I worry that she's going to find out the hard way but there's little I can do about, other than making sure my granddaughter is safe. My daughter did talk to me though about taking custody of Anna. My daughter realizes she has problems that are going to take a long time to overcome.

Now to find out how I go about becoming Anna's legal guardian without having to hire a lawyer. I don't mind at all, I love Anna dearly.

I did do a digi layout this week. With all this worrying about bipolar etc. it made me start thinking of my Dad who took his own life in December 2000. It was left up to me to make the decision to remove his life support. I found a great poem online written by Christine M. Butz that said it much than I could.

The credits are:

Andrea Gold Template 107 ; Scrap Girls: TKA_FireStation_12x12_Concrete_SPECBHA_Stylize_Special_12x12_Crumpled (recolored)SNU_ACollageUnleashed_Emb2_Flw-BlkBVA_CollageStamped_Brush SetPoem: Written by Christine M. Butz

And with that enough said for today!