So, working on the "poor me" bits. I haven't whined to any of my friends about the text from Sunday. As pitiful as this sounds, I'm rather proud of that.
That said, I'm pretty pissed off again today. This morning, getting D out the door for school, she was angry about not being allowed to take a toy, and she said, "You're not my REAL daddy!" My "sweetie, who told you that?" again yielded the name of a kid from school (yet again, a different name than before).
I broke one of my rules and intruded on her morning phone call with her mother, and had her tell her mother what she said. Her mother sounded (surprisingly) fairly supportive, telling D that I was her father, and what she said was mean and hurtful, though I heard her say under her breath to OM "oh, god." I won't impute any thoughts behind that.
I still haven't had "the conversation" with D. I want emotional backup when I do, and I didn't want to do it when my mother was visiting as Christmas. I'm back to having no one to support me having this conversation.
