Journaling: On 12/16 I stopped at the post office to pick up a registered letter. I strongly suspected what it was about, so when the postal clerk showed the front of the letter to me and told me kindly I could refuse delivery I accepted it anyway. What would have been the point in refusing delivery? I would have just been served another way in a day or two.
The letter sits unopened atop the refrigerator. I am not ready to read it and this is what I am paying the L for. He received a “Courtesy copy”. Sometime in January he’ll file a response and we’ll have taken another step down the path STBX has insisted upon pursuing.
Sunday my daughter participated in her commencement ceremony. She received two Bachelor degrees one in Psychology and the other in English. I am quite proud of both of my children.
We rode together to the ceremony, and during the drive I received an earful about her recent visit to her mother’s home and her concerns about her mother’s mental state.
I care and I realize there isn’t a bloody d@m thing I can do about it. It is frustrating. She isn’t a danger to herself or others so there is nothing to be done but allow this to play out. I am continuing to distance myself from the drama the rest of the family is experiencing. The frustration comes from seeing their hurt and not being effective at reducing it.
This is not my burden to bear. I think the best I can do is be a supportive ear and shoulder. Perhaps that is enough, not happy with enough.
Sunday after the ceremony STBX met up with the rest of the family that had attended. We went to dinner to celebrate. Sat at different ends of the table and for the most part ignored each other like two strangers. I kept it civil, even managed to be upbeat. As far as I know the rest of the family doesn’t know about the filing. It was the first time in the last nine months we were in the same room and not discussing terms of D. looking back it was almost pleasant, but that may have been due to the margarita.
I am working to get my BHG screwed on straight. Not up to posting or replying now
BITS Me 55, ACK, when did that happen? Doesn't feel like 55 D 30 S 27
You create your own universe as you go along - Winston Churchill
