So far....
I'm not sure I like being 'rated' on LJ.
I'm considering leaving.
I didn't realize this was some sort of contest or race.
I'm disturbed by this.
But in other news-
My daughter, 1of4, had been blissfully content the past two years because she had found at long last love.
She's quite hard to deal with- high maintenance, drama queen, bi-polar, sociopath, etc., etc.
But she managed to find someone who could put up with all her Crazy.
A divorced father of a little girl, now 5 years old, and had suffered his wife leaving him for another man, divorce costs, child custody legal battles, child support, and the whole nine yards.
Plus- his ex-wife ran up all the credit cards and threw him into debt.
So- in other words- he ain't helping out financially because he's in a deep hole, himself.
Nonetheless, 1of4 was happy and continued to pay all the rent and utilities.
(Except for electric. He brought a TV and computer into the relationship, so he paid the electric.)
They hooked up in August about two years ago and he moved in with her two months later.
We met his family for dinner (I paid) a month or so from then, and all was hunky dory.
Everybody was happy.
So much so- that I believe his ex-wife couldn't stand it.
Because she wasn't as happy.
Since, she had slowly been putting the moves on him when they'd all meet up at parent teacher meets.
Or she'd call nonstop to declare her love for him and insist they were destined to be together.
She had been slinking around the past year or so.
The year before THAT- she was ready to bury the guy to his neck in an ant hill.
Three nights ago, he dropped the bomb and told 1of4 that he'd decided to go back to his wife.
And I cannot understand how he ever thought that telling someone that you're leaving them to go back to your ex would allow you to stay the night, or however long it takes, until you've packed and are ready to move out.
So 1of4 told him he had to go.
On a Thursday night.
Without work clothes or shoes.
(What a dumbass.)
And she was so miserable the whole night long.
We all were.
He had grown into the family so seamlessly.
The next morning, 2of4 and 3of4 took their big sister to work.
Sister Power! they call it.
But on the way back, they found themselves behind 'Him.'
They followed him back to the apartment.
He parked in the back and was unaware of the girls.
2of4 knew he's have to come around to the front, because 1of4 bolted the back door.
So the two waited for him.
When he came round the corner, he froze at the sight of them.
With their arms crossed.
Waiting.
"Well, good morning!" 2of4 greeted in a sweet voice. "You can go up and get some things for you and [little girl of his] but I'm need to ask you for the apartment key. I'm sorry, but that's how it has to be."
When he took a few belongings and exited out the back door, 3of4 slammed it shut and bolted the door up loudly so he could hear it.
"We felt like Mafia," 2of4 later told me.
I was so proud.
And speaking of proud-
We had a yard sale the past weekend to get rid of stuff and to get extra money for the comic con next month.
But when I loaded the left over junk to take to the donation station- the car wouldn't start.
I almost cried.
It's always something.
But by the next weekend, my son and 3of4's boyfriend fixed it.
Can you believe it???!!!
Heckle and Jeckle actually did something right together!
So I'm very proud of him as well as the girls.
But as for 1of4- I asked if she wanted me to make a CD with empowering music like Gloria Gayner's 'I Will Survive' but she said, no.
She needs to be sad for a while first.
And I'm so sad for her.
We all are.
And there's not a damned thing we can do about it except wait.
Wait until her broken heart heals.
And ours.
What a dipshit!