Dinner was fine. Which is sometimes weird that it was fine.
I feel nothing towards them. I feel like I shouldn't give them the pleasure of seeing I'm "fine" from all of this. But I am. As much as it is difficult to say sometimes, the 3 of us are our daughters family. Does it pinch me a little when OWW says "yeah, next weekend is OUR weekend" yup. But it used to send me into a blind rage, so I guess I'm better.
I had a beer and some wings, our daughter was happy to see her dad (if we didn't see them last night, it would have only been one night in two weeks she would have seen him). He paid with giftcards but he made sure I put in my portion of the tip. I think we were just raised differently. I live in the "I got it this time, you get it next time" and don't go for penny to penny. It's kind of funny, but I appreciated he at least let me share in their giftcards.
Thanks Zues. I have so much love for that kid it is indescribable. All of this is truly the last thing I envisioned when I was carrying her in my belly. But it was the life that was somehow meant for us, I guess. One thing she does know through all of this she is loved to no end. ANd the relationship D9 and I have is extremely close and I can only hope it always stays like this forever. I had such a fear of having this other woman in my daughter's life since the beginning of time and how it would affect our R as mother and daughter, but wow, we are tight as can be. We were out to dinner the last weekend and she said to me, "I love you so much mom, you make me feel so safe". I told her she makes me feel safe too. And it's the truth.
My dad and his wife are coming today and tomorrow we leave for our little getaway. We are going out to dinner with my stepmom's family tonight. Syrian food, yum!
This is my life as I know it. Never in a million years could I have predicted an ounce of this.
