I really haven't felt like blogging about something. The situations are just so real, and so personal, and have so many repercussions for years to come that I hate to even think about it, much less report it.
I took Salinda to the Cities today -- to take a test for school. We did fine until I mentioned school at which point she acted just like she always does -- mean, nasty, telling me to shut up and get out of her life. But we worked through it and moved on.
I made her tell her brothers at supper. She didn't want to. When she finished telling them, she looked at me and said, "There. Are you HAPPY?" I said, "Happy about what? That a child is going to be born? Yes. Happy about the way you're handling this at the moment, no."
John's girlfriend's mom called today. Let's just say she learned a lot of things she didn't know. And so did I. And I won't be paying bail. And she probably won't be either.
I just kept thinking all day, "I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS." Neither of these situations were my choice. In fact, I worked hard to make sure neither happened. I worked for years to prevent all this. Their choices are not only messing up their lives but mine too.
And I don't like it one bit.