I drove to a local parking lot to pick up S5 from X (yes, I'm finally giving up the "W"). X came charging out of her car at me, despite the RO and despite me standing calmly by my truck, yelling "Where's my journal? Give me my journal!" Although I peaked at it ~ 2 weeks ago, I haven't the faintest. It was odd, as S5 told me later that they had just arrived in town from the ILs house, so it wasn't like she was in her home searching for her journal.
The last time I was there, the house was in slight chaos, with W starting "packing" 3 mo early - styrofoam peanuts, empty boxes, and piles of her clothes and other stuff everywhere. Not enough to worry about in terms of S5, as the common areas were relatively functional, just way out of her near-O/C character during our M. And more than enough to misplace s/t in.
S5 was delighted to see me and told me he cried yesterday b/c he missed me - and told X just that. I feel for the little guy in all this, and am working hard to keep my cool with his wellbeing in mind. We had a great evening, reconnecting & playing. During play, S5 noted "Grandma yelled a lot at Uncle [BIL] and made him cry, and Mommy and him cried and hugged." Sounds like trouble in the enemy's camp.
It made me feel for S5, but also made me glad I wasn't in that sitch anymore, as X would classically displace her frustration at MIL at me after every nasty event like that. I was the dog she kicked then, but not no more.
Maybe there was a bit of that attempted tonight in the yelling? At dropoff at the parking lot, I walked S5 toward the car, kissed and hugged him g'night, then turned to walk away. W left S5 standing there in the lot, came charging up to me with my mail in hand, but a grim look and lit into me again - "Where is my journal?! (3x) I looked at her as calmly as I could and said, "I haven't the faintest. Stop harassing me about that." Then I closed the door in my truck and drove away.
Whew! Happy Would-Be 10th Anniversary to me today. This is starting out as a tough month.
I feel for the little guy in all this, and am working hard to keep my cool with his wellbeing in mind. We had a great evening, reconnecting & playing. During play, S5 noted "Grandma yelled a lot at Uncle [BIL] and made him cry, and Mommy and him cried and hugged." Sounds like trouble in the enemy's camp.
This is starting out as a tough month. 
