Mid-December in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

So I blew NoJoMo all to hell. Oh well. Onward. Sooo much to write about!

First thing’s first. Just when I thought I couldn’t love a man any more than I already do, SexyPants goes and rocks my world in the most amazing ways. Even the tiniest things…a smile, a touch, a sweet voice mail, and I’m falling all over again. I am so thrilled and proud to be with him every single day. He holds me in such high regard, and even though we can joke to the point of lovingly saying things like, “shut the fuck up” (we’ve even talked of incorporating that into our kiss during the wedding ceremony), we are so, so so good together. I want to shout it from the rooftops!!

That said, I want to go back in time and record this stuff. Let’s see…

Thanksgiving was a blur.

It was a family affair. As soon as SP and I got engaged, his mother called my mother and invited my parents and my brother to join his family for a big, brilliant extended family dinner and get-to-know-you. Granted our parents had already met, but this was the official welcome to the family deal, and it was a very nice time, though I don’t know if my poor brother had the best time of his life. Regardless, it was a great introduction to his family and it meant a lot to everyone involved.

The drive was, eh. See, my parents, my brother and I went one direction in their car, and SexyPants and SOS came in another car (because SOS had to have special permission to get a couple of day outside of his treatment center and we were coming from different locations). It was a long and kind of tedious drive, and I was nervous about trying to make everyone comfortable…it all turned out fine, of course, but the fact that we stayed three nights at SP’s parents’ place made my brother feel like we were outstaying our welcome. I guess that’s his deal, and I do understand.

SOS did fairly well, but his therapist sent a really cryptic email before he got to take a leave from the center. Seems SOS is kind of nervous about what’s about to happen when he gets out. Because when he gets out he’s coming to live with us full time. Eh, it was such a strange email so I asked SP if he thought she’d let me have a one-on-one meeting with her before we go pick up SOS for his Christmas break.

That’s a looonnngg story and I wish I was back into writing it all down, but here’s just a tidbit of what’s happening for Christmas: SOS’s mom wants to see him. She wants him to come visit her and his sister in Colorado. Now. She’s an extremely passive-aggressive, controlling woman (I could cite references ad nauseum, and I’m sure I will in the future, but let’s just say that she kind of scares me with her creepiness and her referring to herself in the third party as “his Mother”…that kind stuff. I should write more about her, but…ugh.

Anyway, she wants SOS to visit for a few days for Christmas, but refused to do any of the negotiating with the treatment center and left it allll up to SexyPants. This from a “Mother” who refuses to let her own daughter even see her own FATHER—ever. It’s a fucked-up story. Anyway, she wasn’t even going to buy the plane ticket for SOS. She thought she could leave all of the planning and all of the logistics to SexyPants and just have SOS delivered to her doorstep, eight states away. This, from a “Mother” who didn’t want her son to ever come back.

Now she wants him to visit?? At SP’s expense, of course.

Anyway. I shouldn’t, but I’m worried about all the damage that’s going to be done when SOS goes to visit. Like, she has already brainwashed her daughter (see: Parental Alienation) to not ever want to see SexyPants. SP’s daughter (who was 15 at the time of their divorce), suddenly decided that she didn’t like her dad anymore, and it’s been over a year and ½ since they’ve seen each other. It’s truly a horrific thing that she’s done. I feel the same thing happening for SOS. Momzilla threatens to take away her love at the drop of a hat. She tells SOS that he doesn’t love her anymore. She’s asked SOS if he “wants a new Mommy” (in reference to ME). She cries and cries…to her OWN SPECIAL NEEDS son!!! This is a woman who called the police on her own son, told his father, SexyPants, that the son could NOT live with her anymore, and now she wants him to visit for a week.

I don’t think anything horrific will happen, but I do worry about all of that hard, hard work he’s done in therapy over the last few months will go down the drain when this woman gets her grip on him.

But that’s something that I have zero control over.

So Christmas is almost here and I have SQUAT prepared. Tonight I’m going to make toffee to take to two different parties that we have tomorrow night. I have NO idea what I’m going to do for my parents and my brother—or SexyPants for that matter!! I’m just glad that I’m not traveling this year.

What I AM doing is moving out of the loft : (

I’m going to miss that place, but I’m just never there, and that’s $2K a month that I’m just throwing down the toilet for never being there. So I’m in the process of getting a storage space and moving all of my possessions there and moving my happy ass to SexyPants’s place. I’ve been living there for the better part of a year as it is anyway. We’re engaged, so it’s not like we’re living in sin anymore, right?

I’m just stressed about getting ALL my junk packed!

OK. Well, there’s more…wedding plans and all that, but I need to get out of this office now and get some Christmas shopping done!

Love to you all!!!!
Ginger