Well, if you guys are reading my blogs you know that DH left Sunday with SD in tow. Yesterday I took his phone off my cell account and later in the afternoon she called my daughter from her very own cell. Now I remind you this child is just 8. When he leaves like this he always takes her and buys her everything so he does not look like the bad guy. This time is over the top. Who gives an 8yo a cell phone? He and I both had discussed that issue numerous times. Will he ever figure out that this is what makes her such a spoiled brat and the way she is? He is totally to blame for her and her actions. She will never grow up since no one in his family want her to grow up. This buying things for her is just over the top. She appreciates nothing and takes care of nothing. I got her a Nintendo Ds for Christmas last Christmas and a month later she lost it. I found it when we moved and I took it simply because everytime she was asked to look for it she got mad and would not look for it nor did she ever mention it. This was when I made my decision not to spend my hard earned money on her anymore. My kids were never like this and I just could not handle it. He is setting her up to end up just like her BM who is sitting in prison in Oklahoma for Credit Card Fraud/Identity theft so she could support her crack addiction. I have tried to tell him this but he always got mad. I would let him know I was trying to raise her to break the cycle. It is all a cycle, his behavior and hers. He is the second oldest of 14 kids (that we know of) from his father who left when he was about 3 and an alcoholic mother who everyone denies the fact she drinks still. SD knows she does and has seen with own eyes. I just hope all of this comes full circle and blows up in his face. I don't mean to sound mean but he needs a rude awakening. I miss the life we SHOULD have had and I deserved so to speak. I loved this man so much at the first that I would have walked through fire for him and her but over time he killed that love. If you don't give love then eventually you kill any love that was there for you. I always tried to tell him that but he knew all. Well, I guess that is enough venting for now. I am still trying to pick up my life and get on my feet since I have to find somewhere to live by the 18th. Thank goodness he paid the rent Friday is all I can say or it could have been worse!