8/7/2013 My older daughter is back from an exciting and adventurous trip to South America and happier than I’ve ever seen her. She’s matured in magnificent ways and has such interesting stories to tell. I wish I had been keeping a blog about her all these years. I wish she’d keep a blog of her own. Because of her joy, I was surprised that she would want to deal with her sister so quickly. In fact, she’s only been home…
8/2/2013 Yesterday, my daughter made a big announcement. She’s engaged. Huh? Her boyfriend got on one knee and proposed, and put a ring on her finger. Falling in love and getting engaged are two very special events in a young girl’s life. Dreaming about spending your life with someone special is certainly normal and beautiful. I love that she feels these things after all she’s been through. But my daughter is 19 and her “fiancé” is 23 (I think). That’s…
8/1/2013 Both daughters have been asked to be bridesmaids in their cousin’s wedding (dad’s side), which is a lovely honor. Their dad is responsible for getting them to another state for the nuptials—flight, hotel, and all that stuff. He hasn’t been a problem for me and we are amicable with each other, so I don’t mind when he texts me to get information about their e-mail addresses or phone numbers or dates they’re available or whatnot. I know they don’t always…
7/25/2013 I have not seen my daughter since that last time when I realized how skinny she was. I seldom hear from her, and if I call, I don’t get a call back. I don’t know what’s going on with her, and I don’t get answers to my questions (you can’t if they don’t talk to you). She has sent nice text messages telling me how much she loves me and will make up all this lost time. She’ll even…
7/5/2013 I visited with my darling daughter, who now lives with her boyfriend. She says she loves him and he’s good for her. (Read my last post to see why I beg to differ.) Her appearance startled me, absolutely and utterly. She’s still gorgeous and interesting to look at, and has all the new decorations and artwork; however, the startling thing was her weight. She’s always been curvy and womanly–she’s probably considered sexy and va-va-voom. Now she’s skinny. Like 5’4″…
7/2/2013 So very long since I’ve written about my daughter—or about anything really. I’ve been in a slump, feeling like I’ve failed somehow. I helped my daughter through the pregnancy thing, and she was super motivated to try school again. I fell for it. I paid for two classes, purchased the books, bought her a brand-new computer, paid for a subscription to Adobe Photoshop (which I can’t get out of), and gave her my undying support. In the third to…
12/23/2012 On Friday, I was feeling rather troubled about all that I had learned about my daughter’s secret life, and tried to go about my business anyway. I met my boyfriend at the gym to try and get out some stress. However, I truly had zero energy and my heart wasn’t in a workout. I still managed to spend 30 minutes on the treadmill with him, during which time I told him about the mugshot and school and her car….
12/21/2012 After writing that last post and knowing I need to know what I don’t want to know, I searched for arrest records for my throwing-away-her-life daughter. I found her mugshot first. Since this is really new business for me, I first examined the picture to see if she looked remorseful. To my relief, she didn’t look rebellious, she looked really upset, even a little scared. I though she actually looked beautiful—too beautiful to be on a mugshot page with…
12/21/2012 I wasn’t too thrilled when my daughter told me she was moving out again, but she made all the arrangements and really seemed to be ready to go. She has a hard time living with me and maintaining all her secrets, I guess. She’s been out of the house for a couple of weeks, but most of her clothes and toiletries are still in my house. Not a great segue, but yesterday at work I happened to be scrolling…
11/27/2012 My formerly troubled daughter is moving out again. This time, she’s not in trouble, she’s not moving in with a boyfriend, and she’s not angry. She’s simply ready to move out and be out from under my iron fist. Ha. Iron fist. Since she moved home in the summer, I’ve barely seen her and she chooses not to make time for me. Sure, we’ve had a lunch or two, but she seldom comes home before four in the morning….