So as you recall, our last email from BM was signed Mamma, which threw me into a tizzy. Sunday came, and we dropped of SD at mom's house instead of police station in an effort to "cooperate". It came at the end of a very very hard week for STBH and I, we were arguing for five days about his agreement in mediation.
BM flat out lied to me about saying she was willing to give STBH two weeks on and two weeks off, so that I would convince STBH to go to the meeting at all. As you know in the meeting she went back on that (a mere ten hours later) and STBH agreed to ask permission for his daughter whenever he was not working. That pissed me off for many reasons. I was mad at him for not calling me before just agreeing. I was pissed at her for lying to me though I should have known better. I was not going to keep my mouth shut any longer. I confronted him, and when I called her to confront her, she did not pick up, and days later returned my call leaving me a message. She said that she wasn't lying, she just changed her mind. She and her "husband" agreed that it would be best if they had right of first refusal so that "he wouldn't be responsible to find child-care" when he had to work because she would decide who cared for her daughter. (meaning not me). Fine whatever. Then she added that It doesn't really MATTER what I think because I am not a parent and don't understand the concerns of parents. These things, she said, are for momma and poppa to decide, and when it comes down to it, as SD's "REAL mom" she had the final say.
Again, fine, I didn't want to be left alone with a brat who has been INSTRUCTED to hit, bite, and kick me ANYWAY. (of course that's not REALLY how I feel most of the time, but I am tired of this sh*t).
So we go to "mamma's house" to drop of SD. She expected me to have been working out of state and not there. She comes to the car, in a miniskirt, heels, and apron and her hair all up, takes SD, proceeds to COMPLETELY ignore her as she asks STBH questions about money, court, the weekend, and hands him a plate with CUPCAKES ON IT.
As if either of us would eat them! Puleeze. My STBH handed them to me and said watch out for glass.
She said it was a peice offering.
We drove away wordlessly as i contemplated my next move.
Now I want to bake her a pie. I can't put anything in it that would make her ill - but I COULD pee in it, right?