Actually not much is new. I really do need to just come on here and vomit my proverbial insides out more often because it’d probably be therapeutic I suppose.
I’m still drinking. Although much much less than before. I’ve even saved a few hundred dollars. ho ho ho.
I had another tantrum at Ian. Same story. I said I feel kept at arms length to his relationship with his daughter and its balls because we’ve been dating for six years now and I don’t know any sane person (as we have already established I am mostly not a sane person. But then am I sane in knowing my sanity is inhibited?) would not have tolerated the situation, much less been supportive this entire time.
He has decided to stop regularly forcing his visitation upon his now seven year old daughter. Considering: he has to go to the house he once owned with his ex wife.
Her new partner lives there, and has done some renovations to the shed, and external yard, deck, etc, which Ian had lined up to do. So you know “Someone else” has done the things to “his house”.
Also the ex wife insists on staying at the house, while Ian is also at the house, to visit his daughter.
Also their daughter never actually wants to go anywhere without her mother. So that’s like a kick in the dick I guess. But then my kids pulled that at the same age so… I can’t say whether it’s a groomed dependency thing or just an age thing.
Anyway.. Now that he has said I am not going to see her unless she specifically requests wanting to see me.
I don’t know where that leaves me.. because nothing changes at my end really.
But in a sense.. I have forced him to do what he has needed to do for a while… but now he has isolated himself and me. And when she inevitably does want to spend time with him… will he include me and my girls? Or has this tactic just delayed the whole thing even more?
I suppose I just need some time to think about it all.
In other news:
Storey is back in counselling after a child making chit chat did not realise Storey saying “please stop annoying me” would quickly escalate to her snapping a ruler into a makeshift shank and trying to stab him with it.
Nor that the sharing lunches approach that was successfully applied to another child in effort to make friends, was not a script everyone knew, and when another child denied sharing lunches as a friendship token, she wasn’t following the rules and Storey slapped her in the face.
I mean I did have a hearty laugh at the ruler thing, though.
It shits me that kids aren’t taught about ASD. Well I get that there’s now a Sesame St character that is non verbal? But that is a significant hurdle for us. Other kids, sometimes other parents, who are just ignorant. Like I get that you are trying to understand but staring makes it fucking worse.
Blair is Blair.
She had her first period. Coped remarkably well. There are now adolescent sized pads in the supermarket! So I got her some of those. I explained about wings and how they help for night time. And I got her some of the leak-proof pants for school days (recalls horrific experience when I had leaked and went up to write something on the board in front of the class unknowingly). I taught her how to make a soak for her underwear to get out the stain. Interestingly it is the minor inconveniences that send her into “man flu” mode. But bigger stuff like breaking her arm… she copes very very well with. I take that as a sign of resilience.
Oh I might be homeless in January. Probably not.
In short, we have legal guidelines for people who rent, the landlords, and the real estate agents who manage the property so the landlord can just live their life, basically. It is called the Tenancy Act. There is another act which manages the way a Real Estate Agent has to behave which is called something I can;t remember the name of.
Anyway… the agents keep giving me shit about the cleanliness of my house when they come to check for maintenance (breech of the tenancy act, this is the third time the same request came through). I am saying we live here and crumbs happen, they aren’t accumulative
(I think she actually had to look that word up) and we haven’t damaged the place so fuck off.
They had persisted and asked for photographic proof (another breech).
So I also persisted (legally allowed as they have void our tenancy contract).
Then they threatened to not renew our lease based on us not “wiping up the crumbs” (breech of the second act, accounts to misconduct)
Since I have that in writing I can push for a new lease if they decide to not offer us one in January.
So I don’t think we will end up homeless.
I tried a thing despite not being religious and “gave it up to god” and I actually felt a lot less stressed about the whole thing.
In the interim… I’m drawing a whole collection of dicks. They’ll be exhibited around the house during the next scheduled inspection.
I’m calling it.... The Dixhibition.
-SP
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