My lovely daughter, will more than likely be moving away from me in around 3 months.
When I was first told of this, I took it in stride. Now is a different story. Since I have to work on the weekends (when I generally have my daughter) I don’t get to spend the quality time I used to with her. That’s all she really wants.
2 of the nights I work, I am alone. I’m all alone right now. I could be washing a tractor or trailer, but I’m not. I’m contemplating my life right now.
I don’t know how much I could go on about how I’m pissed off at the “system.” My hands are tied when it comes to anything regarding keeping her here. I try to think of myself as a good parent, but I have my self doubts.
Through what my daughter tells me, the environment she has at home is not kind to her. She thrives on attention and participating in creative endavors. I like to call her my “little helper.” She enjoys helping me around the house. She even helped me with demolition of my garage. It makes her feel like she’s a part of something, that’s one thing she doesn’t feel when she’s at home. She just feels in the way.
I was raised in a similar situation and I really feel for her.
She had a cat named “Polkadots,” her stepdad didn’t like Polkadots, so he went out a bought a dog to scare her away. Which worked. This theme seems to run it’s course through every aspect of my daughters life lately.
I’m not trying to blame here, nothing I say or do will change the end result. Ever since I met her stepdad, I think he felt threatened by me. Until he left for basic training, I couldn’t even talk with my daughters’ mom alone. Now he will just have an inflated ego because he’s in the army.
Part of me feels that she would be better off to stay with us until her stepdad and mom get the big picture. When you have children, your wants and some of your needs become secondary to theirs. I don’t want to start that argument though.
I hope our upcoming vacation to Disney World will show Taylor that she is loved, and will always be loved by her daddy and Rachel. I am starting to work on a present to give to her before she leaves.
This is hurting me worse than any thing I can imagine. Compounded by the problem that I cannot fix it, I can only deal with it.