Please don't judge me on typos today, typing on a tablet is not my best talent!
I have been gone from this forum for awhile, due to lack of internet and just not wanting to deal with our sitch. I have lurked when I could, however. All of you are very close to my heart, and I pray everyday for peace for all of us.
So H and I have actually been doing very well. He has held up his side of the "bargain" wholeheartedly. He has been open, honest, and willing to change past behaviors. In many wonderful ways our core relationship and marriage is stronger and closer than ever. I am thankful for this, for being able to trust him again. I no longer fear that he will meet another woman, I no longer obsessively check records/texts etc. In regards to his fidelity, I am finally feeling some small sense of peace. Of course, I still have my freakouts. Random numbers still scare me, him being anywhere near facebook scares me. He joined a new gym (at my urging!) and I was worried for weeks. But all in all, really have made great strides.
However... the OC. Oh God, where do I even begin?! I tried so hard to keep it together. I was nice and understanding when dealing with OW, even when I wanted to pounce. I did my BEST to show her how a grown woman acts and deals with problems. I loved that little girl as much as my broken heart allowed. I paid for and planned her first birthday. I convinced H to try to give a shit, even though he still doesn't. I wanted to at least try to incorporate this poor little girl into our family, because I felt she deserved at least that. I sat down with H and OW ans mapped out a parenting/custody plan so that court issues could be easily resolved. Before child support was even ordered, I made sure OUT OF MY OWN WAGES that OC had everything she needed. I really tried my fucking best.
Then shit went sour. OW always had an attitude with me. She lied about everything, big and small. She was smoking IN THE HOUSE with that little asthmatic baby with no ventilation. I caught her red handed. The overflowing ash tray right nest to OCs sippy. :( Diaper rashes every time she came to visit. In clothing easily 3 sizes too small, to the point of cutting off circulation. Huge gashes, bruises that OW couldn't explain. She was caught selling her WIC formula on facebook and was giving OC 2% cows milk, starting at 7 mos old. When we discovered this I was LIVID. Lying about ber address and living with her newest boyfriend living off of his income so that she could receive all the govt assistance she could. Lied to us about receiving state money for OC and was taking our money too. Child support caseworker didn't even catch it until we brought it to her attention.
All of these things were documented and reported accordingly. Nothing was done. Nothing. Not even a slap on the hand. Its like no one in that county cares about anything but making sure daddy pays up.
OW doesnt work, hasn't in years, is not responsible for any bills in ber household, gets almost $300 a month from us (which is a large portion of our income right now. I was laid off, and H is only making $9.50 an hour right now...) bitches and moans about having no money BUT smokes a pack a day and drinks expensive liquor. (These things were admitted on her facebook which she does not know I can access). Hmm, wonder where the money for that comes from?!
We have not seen OC since valentine's day of this year. We had a court date (she brought her BFF and laughed and gossiped loud enough for the whole courtroom to hear...). Afterward I wanted to give OC a valentine Teddy and take her for ice cream. She would not allow us to take her anywhere (which was out of the blue. She had never cared before). So we sat in our car, ignition turned off, and spent a little time with OC. our children were with my parents, thank God. Anyway, OWand a posse of four or five of her trash friends plus their kids PLUS her older autistic child decided to stand about 5 feet away talking meanly about H and I. I decided to ignore, rolled up the windows and try to enjoy what ti.e we had with OC. So OW sidles her fat asst up ON OUR WINDOW touching our car with ber ASS facing my face. Seriously?! I lost my cool. I rolled down the window (first mistake?) And asked ifshe had a problem.. I remained calm. She however began cussing, screaming, calling names. Saying that she was HER daughter. Etc etc. I said, sorry, the minute you went after CS and we proved paternity with a Dna test,you GAVE UPhaving all the rights to your daughter. H is her father and deserves time and to be involved. She called me ugly names, said I had nothing to do with the sitch, was just his wife (said with a sneer). So I said, Honey you have got another thing coming! At this point she grabbedher nasty arms thru the barely half opened car window. Grabbed OC before I e en realized what was going on. And pulled her thru the barely opened window!!! Screaming obscenities for no reason. Oh but she also made sure to pull out the nice Teddy bear along with OC.