Nobody ever tells me sh!t, yet I'm supposed to just roll with the punches. I am off today. Yes, I am sitting in the living room watching a scary movie. It is 2:30. The dishes are washed and SD is fed. SD walks in dressed and asks, "did my dad talk to you?". I say no. "I have my therapy appointment at 3," she says. Oh? 

That is the message he just sent me. He called BM and told her that it's bullsh!t that she is telling SD things behind his back and allowing her to be a two timing little snot. He even asked me if I wanted to go! Um, HELL NO, but thanks for the offer- NOT! I did ask that he does say the following on my behalf, however:

1) I am not an evil SM and do care for SD but her game playing and tattling must stop for not being entertained 24/7 and

As an update to my previous blog, BM called DH about a birthday party that we went to on Sunday. This party was for a dear family friend and very prominent member in our community so we had to make an appearane. SD complained that we stayed there for 4+ hours. There were plenty of kids to interact with, henna tattoos, live music, etc. and SD12 chose to sit there and be a hermit, reading her book. Multiple friends and family members tried to interact with SD to only get the same cold shoulder that I talk about she gives me.

Long story short, DH and I had a massive blowout last night. I told him that SD is NOT welcome here when he is not home to laze around all day during summer break and he said he'll "take care of it". Fine by me. She can't have the decency to wish me a happy MD last week for ALL I've done for her and STILL expects me to answer her questions instead of going to dadeeeeeeee. F that! I am not a doormat and he is pretty much an absentee father. I refuse to be the 'ghost who cooks dinner'. F that noise.