When D8 was acting all funny yesterday, she wanted me to guess what she wanted to tell me that OM said about W, so I was just kidding around and I said "She needs to go on a diet?"
So W texted me and said: "D8 said you were questioning her over and over about my personal life. And assumed I got into a disagreement because I need to be on a diet. Thanks."
Heh, apparently she still cares what I think about her being a bit on the pudgy side! Although, the last time we talked about it (several months ago) I told her she looked great. Sheesh.
So, I responded, "She was very burdened by something, and told me that she wanted to tell me something, and said I could guess. So I guessed random things, and was silly. But then she said you made her swear to God not to tell me."
W: "I don't make her swear to God, that's silly."
Me: "I thought something bad happened to her. I just told her she needs to tell me if anyone is hurting her, but I didn't want her to feel like she lied to you. I don't care. I have no secrets, and I never said you needed a diet. I don't ask D8 anything about you."
W: "I never make her swear to anything"
Me: "It's fine, I don't care as long as she is OK"
So, anyway, W has specifically told her that "what happens in the apartment, stays in the apartment" and has yelled at her for telling me stuff before...
She is probably HIGHLY embarrassed that I found out!
Quite honestly - I couldn't care less what W thinks. I am not "attached" - I just hate it that my poor eight-year-old daughter is going through this bullcrap.
She should be worried about dolls, and pajama parties, and movies, and going to the park, and whether to choose soccer or volleyball, and stuff like that. Instead she has to cover for her mother...
