A lot has happened in our lives since I last posted on here. Some of it good, and some of it bad. The thing is, with Christmas just passing, we made the most out of what we had and spent time with each other as a family, including my niece, instead of going to see my parents like we usually do. Why did we change our routine? Well, as it turns out, my parents are no longer talking to me, and here’s why.
About a month ago, my niece got kicked out of my parents’ house. My mother packed up all of her stuff, left it on the front porch, and told her to make arrangements to get picked up. She went to live with her mom and step-dad, but that didn’t work out either. Instead of having her live on the streets, I took her in. Ever since then, I’ve become the black sheep of the family and no one talks to me anymore. My parents had me blocked on Facebook because I posted my niece’s blog, and they won’t speak to me, yet they’re still friends with my husband on Facebook and they’ll talk to him. It’s hurtful and mean that they’ve chosen to ignore me just because I’m supporting my niece when she needs it the most.
The thing is, I don’t fully understand why my niece has been rejected so much. I mean, my parents kicked her out because she said that in January she wanted to go live with her mom, who she felt bad about leaving before because her mom got into a bad car crash that supposedly nearly killed her. She’s been called a liar and a hypochondriac, but to be honest, even if she had lied about things, she’s a teenager and teenagers do lie sometimes. That’s not really a reason to kick her out. As far as being a hypochondriac goes, I’ve not seen that either. Every time she’s said she’s sick, there’s been something medically wrong with her, including a UTI and excessive bleeding during her period that her doctor put her on hormones for.
My niece created a blog that better describes the horrific experiences she’s been through. Sometimes life is unfair, but I hope she’s had happy moments while living with us so she can carry a few good memories with her to help begin to outweigh all of the bad ones.
Anyway, she’s been great for us. The boys love her. Like, a lot. She’s going to leave soon to go finish high school somewhere else, and they’re not happy about it. She’s played with them, taken care of them, and treated them like she’s their sister instead of just their cousin. She’s helped around the house and helped cook dinner. She’s not asked us for anything other than a place to stay and we’ve fed her and kept her safe. Despite what people think, she’s not using us or getting money out of us. In fact, she insists that we do not buy anything for her. She didn’t even want Christmas presents.
She’s even learned how to help bring Squeaker down from a meltdown and help with some of his behavioral issues, and that’s a big deal. She can calm him down and talk to him in a voice that helps bring him back down.
Anyway, as it stands right now, I’m estranged from the rest of my family, but as I see it, I guess it doesn’t really matter. From what I understand, they just talk junk about me behind my back anyway. They don’t think I know how to raise my children and they wonder why my husband hasn’t left me yet. And the thing that makes me the most uncomfortable is hearing about how Squeaker was threatened with getting his @$$ beat because he didn’t want to put on his clothes and he was threatened in those exact words even though we’ve expressly told the family not to curse in front of our children. So, reconciliation is going to be a difficult thing for me because I don’t feel that I can trust them. And I definitely don’t want to leave my children alone with them anymore.
This post will likely make people angrier, but I had to get some things off of my chest. I had a good cry yesterday during Christmas over losing my family, but I still have a lot of anger inside of me over all that’s transpired. It may take a long time before I can talk to them again if I ever do. While I feel bad over how this makes my children feel (Squeaker wanted to call and thank his granny and pappaw for his gifts and I just couldn’t do it), they’ll get past it. They’ll not be told why things have happened the way they have, but we’ll figure out the right words eventually to get them to understand.
In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy the time I have with my niece while I have it and focus on my family. We had a great Christmas, and I hope that you all did as well. Merry Christmas and I hope you all have a Happy New Year!