A Dose of My Own Medicine

 

My Mikey, I love you

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I should have known I would find paybacks someday.  Last night, it finally happened.

I got a big, heaping helping of payback last night from our daughter  Tiffany.

Let me explain.

For years, when I was frustrated, stressed, angry, feeling unloved, etc….I would call my mother, yell horrible things at her, attempting to force her to come to my rescue, and then hang up the phone.  I would  tell her half the story of what was going on, if necessary, to make her hurt, too.  You don’t have to tell me it’s wrong…I know it is wrong.

Well, I guess God saw it as my just due to have the same thing, virtually, happen last night.

Stormy, Tiffany’s alter, called us last night and said she had called CPS and told them she couldn’t handle the children, so come get them.  They responded with something that was quite important for us to know.  They said that in 80% or so of the cases where children  are just dropped back into their parents’ homes, they get calls like that.  Unless the parent implies a threat to the children, they don’t really consider it a serious thing.

Stormy didn’t bother to tell us THAT, at first.  While talking to her mother, she didn’t like what Mom said, so she hung up.

At first, we were both rather pissed off, sad, hurt…mainly angry, though.  We did not return her call, because we were afraid we’d prompt her to do something stupid.  I do not believe my baby would ever harm her children, but I know for a fact she will harm herself.

So we talked to Elisabeth, and eventually to Mama.  Mikey was crying most of the night, and he wanted his mother.  Since his mother is not alive, that is rather difficult (and I’m not being sarcastic), so I called MY mother.

Long story short, Stormy called us back within a few hours, apologized, and told us what CPS had told her.  Hopefully, all is well enough, for now.

Bennie,  Elisabeth’s boyfriend, says he’ll help us find an apartment or house in California.  Elisabeth wants us to come out there, have her live with us, and – get this – she wants me to adopt her!!!!!  I’m very happy with that!!!!!

I hope it happens.  I still don’t want to live in California, but I’m very afraid for Tiffany’s and the kidlets’ safety and happiness.  It doesn’t look like we’ll be able to get them all HERE, so I guess we need to go THERE.  I need my babies.

In other news, I’ve gotten back on Effexor and Valproic Acid, which is the same thing as Depakote.  It was none too soon.  I felt as if I were cracking up.

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Now, I must go get myself some coffee.  It’s 12:31pm,  but it’s first thing in the morning to me.

Love and hugs and all that crap,

Piers deCorte