First Time

I’m new to this and don’t really know what to do or how to do it but here goes, I guess. 

I decided to do this because I thought it would be good for my mental state to get things out.  Therapy I guess.  Although, I already attend therapy, but unfortunately it would be entirely too expensive to have her on call 24 hours a day!  And sometimes, I think I need that!  I don’t consider myself a writer by any stretch so sorry if things don’t come out right or are confusing if anybody actually ends up reading this.  I admit, I don’t read many, if any, blogs so I guess its kinda weird that I decided to start one huh? 

I’ve come to realize that I am just not coping with things well.  There’s not necessarily one thing but all things but definitely one that stands out more than others:  my boyfriend’s ex.  To put it bluntly she’s a crazy bitch.  Unfortunately, they have a daughter together.  Fortunately I’m just as in love with her as I am with her father! 

I could write a novel, actually probably a series of novels if I started from the beginning so I’ll just go with whatever comes. 

Let me start by saying, that my boyfriend and his ex have been separated since my stepdaughter, I’ll call her Lerla, was less than a year old.  In fact they were having major problems when she became pregnant (after being together for 8 years with no problem with birth control – I’ll let you draw your own conclusions!)  Lerla has known no different than her parents being separated.  Trevor and I have been together since Lerla was 2, living together since she was 3 (she’s now 5).  So really she would have no recollection of my not being around either!

Lerla just started Kindergarten!  We have a unique visitation schedule so we get to pick her up and drive her to school as opposed to just being ‘weekend parents’, which is fabulous!  Its so great that we get to be involved in her life to that extent.  But her mother does everything she possibly can to keep us out.  There is absolutely no communication between her and Lerla’s father.  In fact, she wouldn’t even tell us what school she was enrolled in and we had to call the school board to find out!  We went to pick Lerla up from school last Wednesday after her mother had dropped her off (having heard nothing from her mother as to what school she goes to!).  Well there is an ongoing battle that Lerla’s mother refuses to dress Lerla appropriately when we are picking her up.  For example, she will be wearing a longish shirt, with no pants or even underwear and no shoes.  Thus forcing Lerla, to walk along the sidewalk barefoot!  Well we thought for sure that once school started she would of course have to dress her appropriately for school right??  Well, I’ll give her this, Lerla had underwear on and flipflops.  As well as an old dirty pair of sweatpants and an old even dirtier shirt.  I felt so incredibly bad for her!  Kids can be cruel and the last thing any parent wants is for their child to be teased!  Well almost any parent I guess.  Now, I don’t know if Lerla has been teased (its only the first week of school after all) but really?? 

So that evening, Lerla’s mother called and text incessantly, as she constantly does.  We ignored them because we cant constantly let her interfere in our lives.  Well she called the police!!!  Saying that she feared for the wellbeing of her daughter!!!  5 years of this and all of sudden she fears for the wellbeing of her child?!  I will admit that this was more than likely in retaliation for the assault charge that she is facing due to the fact that she verbally and physically assaulted me (in front of Lerla!!) and I, knowing what she’s like, hit the record button on my phone and got everything on video.  The difference being that after speaking with the police in both jurisdictions (we live in separate countries but close enough to the border to make the arrangement work) even the police officers agreed that we were dealing with wingnut (ok, my words!)

Ok well, I think this was a good idea ‘cause reading this over, it sounds kind of trivial.  Kind of.  There will be more and more and more, I’m sure.  And my relationship with Trevor is struggling, not only because of these issues though – I guess that’s for another time!