Ugh - three nights without sleep.
Backstory: Wife and I “separated” September 2006. We moved apart the last week of December 2006 (the delay was due to her job search). Kids lived with her (and at least two boyfriends) for the next 15 months with me being a 14% dad, having the kids alternating weekends.
It was always the goal that the kids would eventually move in half-time with me. That happened starting early April of this year. There’s a long story on that, of course.
I think I’ve made a good home for the children. It was a high priority on my move-in to get setup quickly so the house would have a feel of permanence to it. Each kid has their own, personalized room. My daughter’s room is pink and girlie: white curly-cue daybed frame, pink walls, new comforter set & window drapery, and cute teddy-bear artwork on the walls. The room needs paint and a closet (probably start building a closet this week, then paint) but is mostly complete.
My new wife moved in at the very end of April, she’s very good with the kids and is trying hard to be their friend without usurping the role of their mother.
My boys, 6 & 11 have adapted quickly but my little girl, “Sally”, 8, has ongoing Mommy issues. My ex- has told me that she believes that she’s pining for the old family setup, asking once to go “Home” and not meaning either of our homes. I have to take anything she says with a grain of salt, though, she lies to me in nearly every conversation, especially if it makes her look like the better parent.
So, Sally is back to her old pre-divorce behavior. Not sleeping, crying at the drop of a hat (especially at night), complaints of a sore stomach (from stress I think).
She claims to remember none of why her mother and I divorced. She says she doesn’t remember the loud arguments, she doesn’t remember her mother spending multiple nights out of the house. She doesn’t remember the fact that her mom’s boyfriend moved in with them for three months starting the day they moved from our shared home.
For the past couple years, she’s been on sleeping pills. First prescribed stuff from the doctor - it was supposed to be a counter to mild ADHD-related sleeplessness. Her mother got cheap and switched her to Tylenol PM a year ago or so. I disagreed with the “need” for them but maintained them during my weekends for consistency.
Her sleep for the past couple years has always seemed fitful - obvious vivid dreaming, sleepwalking, crying out, & night terrors.
A couple weeks ago, with the buy-in of my daughter, we reduced to half dosage. It seemed to reduce the vivid dreaming. She stopped sleepwalking so much. I talked with her mother about reducing the dosage at her house, too. She defended her use of the sleeping pills.
My ex obviously ignored me and on my next week with the kids I asked Sally if she was still getting half a pill at night. Sally told me “half a pill doesn’t work at Mom’s”. She took a whole. We talked about it again and went back to half a pill.
I spoke with her mom again and this time she again defended their use and then suddenly switched stories in mid paragraph. She said that the dosage was small, they’re not physically addicting, and besides, Sally hasn’t used them at her house for months. I pointed out her inconsistency but she stood by her statement.
Anyway, her Mom took Sally off the pills entirely at her house two weeks ago (and told Sally that it was hers and her boyfriend’s decision - I wasn’t in the story anywhere). I kept her off this past week. Sally now agrees she doesn’t need them. She seemed to sleep fine for the first couple nights of this week.
The end of the week, though, is a different story. The past three nights she’s been up until midnight, repeatedly coming to my bedroom to cry. When asked “what’s wrong” she either responds “I don’t know” or “I miss Mom”.
I been trying to start nicely when she shows up at my bedside. I just take her back down and settle her back into bed. A visit or two more and I’m just sending her down on her own. Still she’s back for more. The other night, my wife and I have the door shut and locked (quality time was ensuing - we thought enough time had passed and she might’ve actually fallen asleep) and Sally came and pounded on the door and then turned and howled her way back to bed. Kinda broke the mood.
She called me on Saturday while I was at Home Depot and asked to go “visit mom”. I told her that’s not the way it works. She’d see her Mom on Monday. She cried.
I don’t want to get into shuttling her back and forth on demand - it’s a recipe for later manipulation and abuse. Don’t like what’s happening at Dad’s today? Go to Mom’s. Dad won’t give you a cookie? Go to Mom’s. She’s only 8 years old and, frankly, she doesn’t get a vote on custody weeks. (The child psych I talked with a year ago on custody issues agrees that she’s too young to get to decide on her own). That’s reserved for mid-teen years & up, said the counselor.
Last night we’re all grouped on the couch watching Mary Poppins. She started to cry at the first singing-to-sleep scene and cried for the rest of the movie. I wanted to tell her that her just how her mom is far, far, far, from being Mary-fucking-Poppins but I have to hold my tongue. Later, when the movie was over, it was a night of multiple visits to my bedside culminating in a screaming cry back to bed, waking her brothers. That got my wife out of bed with me following.
She calls her Mom nightly before bed when she’s at my house. Lord help us if Mom isn’t available. Her Mom fosters this behavior - it makes her feel loved an needed. She’s not cooperated in a plan to reduce the calls some, to be “unavailable” some night (with pre-warning to the kids). The other night her Mom didn’t answer the phone and the wailing went on for hours.
She never calls me when she’s at her Moms.
I’m “Dad’s house”, her mother’s is “Home”.
I’m feeling damned unappreciated here and I’m getting angry about it. I can’t help but be angry that she wants her Mom over me. I want to scream at Sally as to why she wants to be with that whore of a woman who broke our family in half rather than with me, the man that’s been home with her while mother was running around the town. It’s “good parenting” to be a hypocrite so I have to hold my tongue.
I want to buy a lock and lock Sally in her room. I want to give her to her mother full time and just keep the boys over at my house - at least they want to be with me.
And, selfishly, I want to make love to my wife without interruption or simply fall asleep without finding my girl standing by my bed crying every night. She’s got me so stressed out that I’m not sleeping at night, either.
Anybody got anything useful?