And she has a driver’s permit.
Holy fuck we’re old, babe.
She was a mama’s girl for a long time, but now she’s a step-mama’s girl and it is the best. I’m so lucky. ♥️
Parenting this teen is going to kill me before the fucking cancer does.
I kind of love these earrings the teen is sporting. Her mom is not amused, but I am.
For Mother’s Day, I texted my mom. I also unblocked her on Facebook, though I’m not ready to be actual friends again. I looked at her profile and she’s got a pro-Trump photo frame so that’s fun.
For my own day, I’m just chilling. It feels nice to have nowhere to go and nothing to do. We did most of our celebrating yesterday, per my request, so I can just relax today. It’s glorious.
I got a fancy dinner out with the family. Jackson gave me a themed gift centered around things to do when I’m at the hospital and/or at home relaxing. Freya made me a card and wrote a sweet message that made me cry. She and I are thick as thieves nowadays. I have turned into her confidant. I’m trying my hardest to keep her on a good path. 14 is hard, bro.
Okay off I go to relax. I’m putting my phone away and disconnecting.
I feel like tonight went really well.
Freya’s bf is sweet, and extremely polite. Plus, he was able to hang during our dinnertime conversation without missing a beat. Most importantly, he makes her laugh. I’m pleased. ❤️
Everything is a mind fuck.
I held baby girl in my arms tonight though, at her request, and I’ll be forever grateful. We talked about the mindfuck that is trying to understand men and their bullshit hypocrisy. Basically: if you don’t fuck me, you’re a prude, but if you are sexual at all, you’re a whore.
I want to say more, but my husband poured tequila for us, and I want to be with him now.
I love you.
I’m still here.
Last night, around six pm, the police, paramedics, and fire department showed up at our house because Freya told a friend she was going to hurt herself. It was a long night, and we are all a mess around here.
That’s all I want to share for now.