Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Fosterchildectomy

I owe regular readers an apology. Over the last 1/2 year or more, I just haven't felt like posting much. Much of that time, it was because there was little to report. Lately, there's been way too much to report for me to have the time to digest and make sense of it in order to write coherently about it. Hopefully that will change soon.

"Jill" has now been removed from the equation. I've written a bit about her, but I'm pretty sure I haven't conveyed the full flavor of what it's like to have her in the house. Let's just say that my relationship with her climaxed on Saturday, when I was sent to pick her up from the county fair. She immediately went into her patented argument routine. I was tired, and without her knowledge it had already been decided due to other factors in her behavior that she would be leaving on Monday. I simply quietly reminded her that if she didn't come home, there would be no phone or internet privileges for awhile, and she should just come on home so we could get on with life. Keep in mind that we were in the middle of the county fair "Melanie" was with me as I was giving her a ride home after a visit, she was with a friend's family (that friend being "Tammy", who readers are somewhat familiar with, I guess):

"Jill" (about 100 decibels): "Don't tell me what the fuck to do!"

Me: Good lord, watch your mouth and tone it down!

"Jill": (about 110 decibels, the volume of a jet taking off): "DON'T TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK TO DO!"

Me: (turns around and starts walking to the Shariff's deputy to get a hand dealing with this teenage critter)

And she actually followed. Granted, she scowled the whole way home as was a complete pill for the rest of the day, but she actually shut up and did as asked. If I'd been doing my job as a journalist you'd know what a surprise that is.

Anyway, that incident made her parting "letter" almost anticlimactic. I never actually received this letter...I read it in our keylogger program...the one she references in the second portion, as a matter of fact. According to the log, the first portion was written about 20 minutes before the second portion. Here's the first:

Dan,
hey, i know we have had our bad times but we also had alot of great times as well. i really think of you as my father and i hope you never forget me, your a great guy and im sorry for all of the shit i put you threw, i love you very much please dont ever forget that. the reason i did not say goodbye is because i did not wana start balling and i know you were mad at me. i really care about you. When you have a baby of your own i will be so glad because that child will be very happy and greatly taken care of. I really hope you can forgive all the stupid things i have said and done to hurt you adn your family. im gonna miss you soooooooo much that i will most likely be crieng when i leave because i will miss you so flippin much. the memories we have had will never fade in my mind and i hope that they never fade for u as well because no matter wheat you will always be a part of me and you are the best father a kid could ever ask for. dam im startin to tear up. i really miss you already. I love you dan!!! i know im a handful but i hope that deap down you will relize that i will always and i always have loved you like my dad. i hope you wright to me in juvie and i hope that someday we can see each other again. IM SOOOOO SORRY! im sorry i hurt you the way i did. you are sooo special to me. i really better go but please wright.

Love always your daughter
["Jill"]

[Address information for detention center she went to]

[phone number where she expects to go from there]


xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Think she laid it on a bit thick? Apparently only to increase the effect of the final flourish 20 minutes later:

DAn
You know that letter that you are probably reading in your piece of shit type tracking fucking thing......forget it you fucking ass raper....you suck and well........bye i fucking hate you


Charmed, I'm sure.


So now you know the rest of the story. Or at least you maybe have an idea why I haven't been giving you much of the rest of the story. Right now, The Wife and I are so glad to "have our lives back" (The Wife's phrase, and an apropos one) that we're almost delirious. "Celeste" is almost a complete picnic after what we've been through.

See you on the flip side. Hopefully it won't be so long until the next post.

But I do still love my life.

3 Comments:

At 1:39 PM , Anonymous Auntie J said...

Shucks...Just when Anutie J got her respite care go ahead from the county...i was all ready to come for a visit and give you guys a break...not that i am not going to come now but it feels like it just wont be the same without the hellion...then again i have my own hellions to deal with and should go clean up myself after dealing with a catfight that left me crying and shaken...why do all the catfights have to happen when my husband is not home?
Is anyone interested in a cat blog? heck is anyone interested in a new cat?

 
At 3:10 PM , Anonymous Husband of auntie J said...

I think i left claw mark in my labtop cumputer from when I read the blog. I'v been in biker bars where they have better manners.

 
At 7:31 PM , Blogger Cookie's Mom said...

As we say out here in Kentucky: "Dang!" I'm glad you are past that, and that life is still great. BTW - our daughter's birthmom had another baby - so now we have another baby in our home. It is a thrill ride to say the least.

 

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