Shelley works so very hard. I have learned by watching my lovely daughter, to give my admiration to all waitresses because damn ya'll, it's hard work. She comes home burned, tired, done in and taken advantage of almost every day. She makes good tips because she works at her job and is friendly (even if she is becoming a people hater), a good employee in that she always goes in and does her shift and covers for others who don't. Yes, she could do what she has been trained for but the hours that the restaurant job affords her what she requires the most......time with her kids. The grands are her world. She is the bestest mom ever. Always is there for them. But her happy is wearing thin.
Her divorce was final awhile back and for that I am grateful....but with the butt munch she was married to "the hits just keep on coming". He wouldn't cooperate with any of the divorce or child custody hearings always had some excuse or another for not cooperating. And couldn't just pay his child support on his own and so now is having his wages garnished by the state of NM. He has been ordered to purchase health insurance for the kids. This now means that Shelley is going to have to change doctors, therapists (if they even pay for them or the $600.00/month of medication for Ry) and pay deductibles. Okay that's the real world, I get that, but why.............why couldn't butt munch just for once in his self involved, ego centric life think of his children? Because, because............ it just isn't something he is capable of doing.
And now he is feeling sorry for himself and wants to talk to the grands and keeps leaving his hallmark pathetic text messages. They, however after all this time, don't want a thing in the world to do with him. They will not even refer to him as anything except by his first name or sperm donor. No one here ever said a word to either of them one way or the other. That is because we are abiding by the divorce decree. They just came to this crossroad after they let him know about what his father had done to them and he said they were lying. Can you blame them? I sure can't. This from a man who couldn't tell the truth if his life depended on it. And so his whining has ensued. I don't know how Shelley puts up with all of it.
My baby girl will be celebrating her birthday in February and is taking her kids on an extended weekend jaunt to adventure. They, like so many children with "super moms" with capes of Mrs. Brady green, turquoise and purple (aren't they all that color combo?), will have memories of a loving, caring, crazy fun Mom who valued them to the moon and back again.
I just wished I could make it easier for her. So instead, I will just love her as the goddess she is.
I love you my brave, strong, beautiful girl.