People expect you to put a lot of stock into the words that come out of their mouths. If you say it, I’m supposed to believe it with out a doubt… even if your actions prove otherwise?
Let me just clarify that for the internet.
I’ll listen to what you have to say, but ultimately? I’m going to judge you by what you do, how you act and the pride you take in said actions.
If you take the time to explain to me that I shouldn’t think you’re a douche, that your priorities are in good order and that you give a shit about your family… you should probably act like it.
A bit more than a week ago, someone freaked out on me because I suggested that maybe they had handled themselves wrong in a situation. (It involved drinking, fighting, calling parents drunk, getting mad and putting said parents through hell, then dropping a bomb on said parents and asking them to pay bills for them. Then going on a tangent about what horrible parents they are when the reaction received wasn’t getting money thrown at them.)
I was informed that they were completely sober, weren’t scumbags, and how they were offended that I’d rather my daughter spend time with my neighbors than them.
Sidenote: wasn’t true, is now.
Whatever. My daughter’s birthday was coming up and as some of you know, I’m changing medications for my Crohns Disease as it is acting up. I have a lot on my plate and dealing with that chaos is not on my to-do list.
On Monday, my family came over for my kids birthday party. This person told me she was coming, along with her boyfriend. Let’s just say, thank god I had enough sense not to tell my daughter that they were going to be there. Of course, for a child’s birthday party, a child that she told me she loves to death, she blows off, with out a call, text, birthday card, nothing.
So here we are, a week later, and I still haven’t heard anything. My daughter thankfully hasn’t asked, but it’s quite telling that her scumbag bio dad sent a gift but a member of her own family completely blew her off.
I’m very lucky that I have such a wonderful family, my life has gone through some tough times and I’ve needed support badly. Each and every time my family has been there, except one… Only when it’s convenient for her. I’m not even upset about that though, I’m used to it after a decade. Apparently after dragging all of us through hell and back when things aren’t picture perfect in her life, I can’t even expect her to show up for my child’s birthday party, much less even call to say happy birthday.
I guess the emotion I’m more or less feeling is disappointment. I can ignore being treated badly, I can pretend it doesn’t bother me when someone doesn’t care about anyone but themselves. However when it extends to my child from someone she loves, I have to put my foot down. Thanks to my ex husband, my daughter understands that some people are just self absorbed, but that doesn’t mean I need to expose her to them. Family is more than blood and she deserves love.
So after a week of waiting for a phone call, I’m ok with walking away from that portion of my life. I have been making great strides to give my daughter a happy and healthy home, and in order to do that, sometimes you have to cut out the negative.
Adios, you may think it’s okay to treat your family like something you stepped on walking the city streets, but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with it forever.