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You are responsible for your own emotions and reactions. You own your own anger, and ultimately she is not responsible for it, you are. YOU keep shoveling piles of crap into YOUR OWN life. Even in your last post, you have to ruminate on your exwife “dating” and going to “dance bars” in your last two years of marriage. You have to say she only “appears” to be a good mother, when none of that has fuck-all to do with your daughter’s situation and how to solve it. Again and again, you come back to how worthless and awful your ex-wife is. It’s like it’s your goddam Precious.
Anger gives people power over you, because it allows them to dictate how you feel and what you do. Let it go and move on. Deal with her actions without the emotional baggage of questioning her motivations – who gives a shit what motivates her? Even if she’s motivated by the desire to make your life a living hell, that just means you should move on and be happy rather than give her the satisfaction.
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The two are related. If she was being the mother she should be to her daughter, she wouldn’t be undermining my role as parent in my daughter’s eyes.
The comment about the dance/bar was to address SomeUserName’s comments concerning my ex “having the children out of her hair”.
Grayhairmomma, this isn’t my week with for custody of the children. Taking my daughter to the doctor for a non-emergency would violate the law, thankyouverymuch. Besides - any liver problems she has today are not imminently life threatening, the process of drawing blood would scare the snot out of her so I’d like to avoid it if possible, and I missed the doctor’s callback due to a work meeting and I’m now waiting on my next callback/followup.
ETA: The doctor just called, he says that there’s no danger given the dosage, the length of use, and her body weight. He also confirmed the web’s general opinion that Benedryl is, in fact, not a very good sleep aid. He also gave me the name of two family therapists.
My concerns, Diogenes, about my ex, have, IMO, been about where her actions are interferring with my relationship with my daughter and not much else.
fessie, the mention of bedding is because I’m trying was trying to emphasize that there’s a special place in my house for her, that I’m trying hard to my “Dad’s House” feel like “Sally’s Home” to her. Maybe I see that as a bigger thing since when I was doing the 14% thing, she slept on a couch in my living room in my 1 bedroom apartment. (My older son was on the floor on a blow up mattress and my younger son was on a padded cot in my room).
OK, Boundaries and rules:
My daughter appears at my bedside. The first time or two or four, I’ve been walking her downstairs and putting her back to bed with hugs and kisses, trying to get her to calm down.
We talk about what’s bothering her, before it used to be that she was “scared”, this past week it’s been variations of “I don’t know” or “I miss Mom.”. I go over how she’s safe at home, the house is safe, the cats are safe, I’m upstairs to keep her safe, her Mom is safe, how her BF is there to keep her safe, and how she talked to her Mom earlier and how she’s OK, and when she’ll be seeing her Mom again, and all sorts of assurances.
I tell her that it’s important that she get some sleep, she needs to sleep to be healthy. I tell her that I need sleep, too, and she’s keeping me awake, too. I tell her that she’s supposed to stay in bed until morning.
A few minutes later she’s back in my room crying again. Somewhere along the way, I stop walking her down and I tell her go go back down on her own and stay there.
A few minutes later she’s back again until I raise my voice. She’ll now go wailing downstairs, loud enough to wake her brothers. If I’m lucky she’s now down for the night. This past week, though, she wailed long enough that I went down again, emphasized again that she’s supposed to stay in her room, and told her I didn’t want to see her again unless she was on fire.
She was at my bed less than two minutes later.
[That’s what I’m frustrated. That’s why I said I’m ready to lock her in her room (which I wouldn’t really do but that’s called “hyperbole”).
Yes, I blame her mother in large part for not allowing Sally to learn that I can be a parent too. That somehow a call to her every night is necessary in order for her to be a happy child. All I asked of her mom was to tell her that one night she’d be unavailable, she’d be going out to dinner or something, and that would help teach her that Sally can survive a night without the need to involve her mother. Like I said, a lot of the sobbing starts just after the phone call so I’m hoping to interrupt a cycle that’s spiraling bigger, not getting better.
I’m angry at her mother for saying she understands the need, for saying she understands how this would be helpful, but not actually ever following through with it. I’m angry because after Sally tried to call her mother, her mom, without warning, decides to not answer the phone one night and Sally spends the next 3 hours screaming about how she can’t sleep without talking to her.
Yes - I’m frustrated and at my wit’s end and many of you want to make this about Tylenol and about whether my ex went to dance clubs. What I want is a daughter that recognizes me as a parent with authority, not a babysitter who subs for her mother on alternate weeks.
I’m looking for ways to decrease my daughter’s need to speak with her Mom nightly because this dependence is a real problem when Mom isn’t available.
I’m looking for ways to keep my daughter in her room short of putting a lock on the door.
I’m looking for ways to help heal the pain she’s feeling, to establish a sense of “home” when she’s in my house and increase her feelings of safety.
I feel that part of this requires my Ex’s cooperation - especially on preparing my daugher for evenings when she may not be available. I also believe that my Ex likes the fact that I’m having troubles and enjoys her daughter’s dependence because it makes her feel wanted and needed (despite the fact that her daughter is suffering to satisfy this need).
OK - that’s what this thread was started about. I now return you to your regularly scheduled hijacks of what a screwed up person I am, how I’m complicit in my daughter’s imminent cirrhosic death, how I’m obviously not over my ex-wife, and how I’m abusing my daughter.