All’s well that ends well?
Maybe. There’s still issues to discuss, but I had a very interesting, busy weekend. OK, so Holly’s folks grudgingly let me take Emma for Saturday.
I didn’t bring her back.
Oh, much hysteria and drama ensued, but I was withing my rights. I really was, per letter of our parenting agreement.
So, after many harsh words, recriminations, threats of legal action, and very honest opinions, there was a astral assasination attempt on a dance floor at a bar.
I danced the hate away.
Today, I had a very open, honest conversation with Holly’s parents. We met them at a restaurant. I opened with “We all agree we’re here to agree on Emma’s best interests?” They did, so we proceeded. I let them know where I had come from (not knowing where my daughter was with, or with who, etc.) Her dad hung his head. He would have done no less in my situation. I also shared many things Holly didn’t share about the agreement. Also financial. I’ve never taken the deduction that is legally mine every other year. The man who denigrated my financial ability to care for my daughter realized he had taken several thousand dollars from me. They didn’t know. Holly never told them. Much air was cleared, and we had a group hug after lunch.
So, I let Emma go to the hospital with them. But I called her to let her know Emma was on the way. My present was my absence. Emma will sleep in her own bed, tonight, but I have made it clear that I am Emma’s father, and no one will keep her from me.
A blessing came in the form of the chaplain being in Holly’s room when I called. I was able to relate through her my message.
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Emma is on her way to the hospital with her grandparents.
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I give her kudos for the care she’s given our daughter, she’s a good mom. (Emotional and mental abuse is a separate subject TBD) But I’m her Dad, and after her, I come next, not her parents.
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That I do love her.
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Happy birthday.
I could hear her in tears, but I think they were happy, relived, even ashamed tears.
It’s all good, and it’s all in fun,
So get in the pit and try to love someone."
-K.R.
I also have people I know working on the plumbing at Lady Karen’s and my Dad working on the condo in glendale. Both are doing the job out of love, and I since I seldom ask for favors, I tend to get them when do.
Busy weekend, how was yours?
Oh, on the other front, Lady Karen asked me to move in, and I’ll be in Los Osos by the end of July.
Who, me move too fast?