So my mom stayed with Jay for the morning until his caseworker came to pick him up. She took him out, they went shopping, and she set up a new line on her cell plan for his phone.
She didn’t see what was wrong with setting up a phone line for a teenager who was about to move to a new family, whose decision it would/should be if he has an active phone. I may have yelled at her when she ignored my fairly-straight forward commentary that it was not up to us to decide if he should have a phone. She relented and took back the sim card. I let Jay keep my old phone since his contacts and apps were on it.
She’s ridiculous. She has no boundaries or limits to her need to give. I love her to death, but omfg. She has been seriously passive aggressive. I think she and Jay bonded more than any of the rest of us did, which is a tad ridiculous considering the comparative amounts of time spent together. But whatever, I get that she’s upset, but just damn.
ANYway. We’re doing alright. We’re both a little sad, but we are doing ok. We also both feel a little relieved, which should say something. I think we made a solid decision. I’m sure it’ll come and go in waves, but we will be ok.
Nathan told me this evening that he doesn’t want to be a little bubba (brother) anymore, he wants to be a big bubba. Gods help me.