Happy New Year, everyone.
Last night, Faron and I were talking about how long it's been since we each, respectively, had an all around GOOD year.
We each have our own definition of what a good year looks for us, personally. As a couple, we have had MANY excellent years together.
Personally, it's been a long haul up a steep assed road with loose shale, no roots to hold on to and random mud slides and heavy boulders falling.
For Faron, it has been personal tragedy, loss and a sense of limbo. He can tell you his own story.
Together, we keep holding on, keep clinging to the solid rock of our relationship and to the love of each other to make it through.
This new year, counted as the 2011th year of our societal calendar, stretches out and I know there are ugly things coming,
I would like to say that I will and can approach it with love, energy and optimism, but you know me!
Christmas at my parent's place was lovely, such as it was. Faron ended up being unable to go...we have a pet, my mom has a pet UNfriendly place, our pet had an injury to the pad of her back right foot, vet said keep it warm and dry to heal, no where to keep a pet warm and dry at mom's place, therefore Faron elected to stay home, as I was to go meet the girls coming off their extended visit with their father.
Our family was segmented for Christmas and that made it difficult.
The people we were together with and the time we had with them, was lovely though!
My parents are so good to us, new tires on my van, on top of other Christmas gifts!
Getting the girls back from their father, after 9 days, is a challenge. It isn't just about getting their physical bodies back, it's a long stretch of trials getting their psyche back too.
Same old story, Leisha had ONE shower the whole time she was gone, Jaala had two, once because she was told to, once because she felt she needed one.
So we nurture the desire to be clean, and teach the importance of frequent cleansing, because as per usual, Kyle feels that I should have the girls completely trained and raised to do everything for themselves and thereby remove all vestiges of parental responsibility from his shoulders while they are in his care.
The saddest part...Jan, a woman, doesn't assert any type of advice or guidance.....a woman, who doesn't notice that the children in her house haven't been sent for cleansing for MANY days, and doesn't make mention of it to said children, or their father. It is beyond me.
It makes me angry. Angry is my default reaction. My mantra becomes, let him die. My tires thump out the rhythmic chant as we drive along, let him die, let him die.
So much easier if I didn't have to share the girls with him. Then I wouldn't have to deal with the emotional and behavioural consequences of them having spent 9 days with Kyle. Attitude, defiance, disrespect, haughty and intolerant responses, sniping. Stuff we don't deal with unless they've been with shit head for an extended period of time. Let him die.
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