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I am so sick of the drama that has become my everyday life. Warren had another explosion at PSJ, but this time remarkably was able to calm down quickly and actually had a good day at school, and did other wise wonderfully pointswise. His Dr.s want to have a sleep EKG, and an inkblot test done. The inkblot is not the big of a deal, but the EKG involves staying up all night, and then sleeping with a bunch of wires and stuff connected to his brain to monitor for seizures. Poor kid. He was in a great mood when he got home tonight, did his homework with no problems, and was the sweet loving boy he used to be, the one I love.
Then Mike showed up. Warren was relaxing in my room, tired. But when Mike comes then he jumps up and of course he has to take a bath even though he is so tired he can barely keep his eyes up and wants snuggle time with mom. HE can't do that with Mike around. Then he grilsl me about not taking the garbage can up, and about laundry baskets and other stupid shit. He was in the garage for awhile, and Warren went to sleep. After hearing his dad tear me apart. Then Mike demands to know what Warren has been doing all night, and brings up his books and says, you sayd he did homework show me what he did, in a real antagonizing tone of voice. Then starts telling me I shouldn't be on the computer because I have dishes to do. I asked him to leave, and when he wouldn't leave I had to call the Police. I am hoping that in a couple weeks I have some respite care set up. He went to court and is still free. I am tired of him, and need a better situation.
Warren of course is getting torn to shreds, and like all nine year old boys feels the need to defend his father. Which is normal, but still frustrating. I mean of course all boys need a dad they can idlize and look up to, and when dad doesn't fit that bill, they need to do somting to make him fit. At least he was alseep and didnt hear the cops. I am sure they are tired of this crap too.
I am just tired of these damn power games. I know Mikes attitude is because he just can't deal with the fact that I am the one calling the shots. I so want some one else to take Warren on those alternate weekends or to not have to work. I am so worried about everything all the time, its a wonder I can function. I know there is nothing I can do tonight, so I should just let it go, but I can't.
If anyone needs me, I'll be under the bed, behind the first dust bunny on the left.
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~ Ode to a child who is no more ~
~ She's baaack ~
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~ Bleech ~
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.