Another Day, Another Drama

Yesterday started off pretty good. I got Ben up and ready and off to school with no fighting. (Honestly, that should have warned me that a dark cloud was looming.) I got my coffee and went through my email and was starting to go through my WP reader. That’s when my younger daughter came into my room crying.

She had gotten a message through Facebook from the girlfriend of my ex, her father. This message was rude and basically said that her father was barely alive and it was her fault. This woman is a liar and just plain mean. I told my daughter to call her grandmother or one of her uncles and get the real story.

Many many phone calls and many tears and many hours later the story is that my ex has been in and out of jail and spends most of his time in a bottle of booze. His family has tried to help him but you can’t help someone who doesn’t want it. His drinking, and more specifically the angry, violent person he was when drinking is the major reason for our split.

So my daughter is twenty-three years old and her dad has been gone ten years. She doesn’t have the vivid memories of how horrible he could be. She just misses her dad. She’s figuring out a way to get back to Indiana to see him and the rest of the clan.

Yesterday was just a complete emotional mess. I was so tired but couldn’t relax to go to sleep. I finally started to doze off around midnight then at 1AM Ben decided it was time to get up. I tried (oh, I tried so hard) to get him to lay back down. Wasn’t happening. This is the second time this week he’s gotten up in the wee hours and stayed awake.

I’m going to go try and sleep while he’s at school. I’ll catch up with all you dudes later (I hope)πŸŒ»πŸ’Œ

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13 thoughts on “Another Day, Another Drama

      1. No pressure, of course. πŸ™‚ Seriously though, if I have anything to offer in terms of writing advice it’s that one should write small, and let it grow only when needed. Whenever I get stuck, I try to squeeze everything I want to say into one sentence, which is rarely possible, but if it is possible, I go with that. Usually, though, some of it spills over into a second sentence, etc. Anyway, if you feel like you have too much to say, then just pick some small part of it and save the rest for a sequel. You’ll notice that I do a lot of multipart posts, and very few of my posts are just a single sentence. Hope that helps. πŸ™‚

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        1. You’re such a goofball! I love it! The biggest obstacle is finding the time when I can concentrate long enough. When King Ben isn’t demanding my attention, he’s demanding my phone cuz he’s killed the battery in his tablet. When he’s at school I sleep or run errands.
          I’ll get to it. Eventually. Just for you😜

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  1. I hope you got some sleep and that it did you good. I thought of things to say about your situation, but I realised that you are not asking for advice, and anything I could say would be entirely unwarranted anyway because I don’t know any of the people involved, so I will limit myself to sending you good wishes.

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    1. Thank you! The nap was helpful and then Ben came home and life was a whirlwind again. A King Ben/Tasmanian Devil whirlwind πŸ˜‚
      Please feel free to write/comment whatever you want. Even if I’m not asking for advice, your words and experience are appreciated. Also, you don’t have to comment.
      All this to say, thank you! I appreciate you and the thoughts and feelings you share.πŸ’Œ

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  2. Oh honey (big, big hugs πŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’ž). I’m so sorry you’ve been having to go through this. Just plain no bueno. I agree with what’s been said above, notably ER Kendrich’s comment about your daughter having to find out for herself. You can see around corners she can’t, and she would do well to “find out the easy way” and trust what you have to say, but yeah, she needs to see and experience it for herself. Once she does, though, I imagine she’ll be more firmly in your camp, and with any luck, she’ll say those magic words; “Mom, you were right.” πŸ˜˜πŸ’žπŸŒΈπŸŒˆβ£οΈ

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  3. Oh geez, what a tough tough day. I agree with the consensus above about your daughter. I was away for a few days, so I am catching up. I see there is another post – going to go see if things got better. Thinking of you!

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