Haven't felt this depressed over my relationship with DSD in a while.
DSD's mom, who doesn't call, rarely (about once a month, if that), picks dsd up for a few hours, doesn't pay CS (but did buy several condos last month), doesn't know dsd's teachers names, or how well she's doing at school unless we make time to tell her, hasn't taken her to any of her appointments in 3 years (with one exception), the one who changed dsd's room to a guest room the month dsd moved out, told her "she has a life, and will not pick her up on the weekends". Well... She gets an "I love you", flowers, and a warm fuzzy card.
Me? Not much. Not a thing. When an aunt prompts dsd to tell me Happy Mother's Day on the phone, DSD pauses, and replies with "eeeemmmmmmm.... no."
There. Insert a depressed, jealous me.

DSD's mom, who doesn't call, rarely (about once a month, if that), picks dsd up for a few hours, doesn't pay CS (but did buy several condos last month), doesn't know dsd's teachers names, or how well she's doing at school unless we make time to tell her, hasn't taken her to any of her appointments in 3 years (with one exception), the one who changed dsd's room to a guest room the month dsd moved out, told her "she has a life, and will not pick her up on the weekends". Well... She gets an "I love you", flowers, and a warm fuzzy card.
Me? Not much. Not a thing. When an aunt prompts dsd to tell me Happy Mother's Day on the phone, DSD pauses, and replies with "eeeemmmmmmm.... no."
There. Insert a depressed, jealous me.














I know it stinks sometimes and all we can do is just do the best we can with the situation sometimes...even though it doesn't make it sting any less.




