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So, as far as my family is concerned, I am loved. This is a good thing. However, there are the mothers of my children. Those are entirely different stories. I wrote a few weeks ago that Debbie tried for the sixth time to keep me from seeing Catherine last week. Debbie's pissed off that I don't call her. What for? I don't like talking with her. I call when I do have information pertinent to her or about Catherine. (Mind you, I do talk to my daughter on the phone a couple times a week.) When I lost my teaching job, I picked up insurance from APAC. It didn't cover as much as the school district's insurance, but Cathy was covered. Debbie took it upon herself to pick up insurance for Cathy at her workplace, and says I owe her for half the premium since then. I disagree. Now, I do feel I owe for the past two months since leaving APAC, but I just haven't had the cash to send her. Debbie was pissed when finding out that I was taking Cathy to Mom's this weekend. She never needs my permission to take Cathy to her mom's house, but feels I need hers to take Cathy to mine. This month Debbie told me that just because I'm only sixteen miles and a 22-minute car ride away doesn't mean that she should feel obligated at all to drop off Cathy at my house, despite the fact that I don't have a car. In fact, she said she'd never bring Cathy to my house nor pick her up here. It's not important for Debbie to have her daughter see her daddy... ever. It's no wonder my family dislikes her as much as they do; only my mom tries to keep the peace... that angel-on-Earth thing again. Dad was with me to pick Cathy up on the 22nd and drop her off on the 23rd. Lori was with me to drop her off tonight. I didn't have the chance to escape yesterday, though, and Debbie sent Cathy to her room to watch cartoons when I went to pick her up. Debbie was upset and vented her frustrations by yelling at me a bit, before calming down realizing our daughter was just down the hallway. Debbie's nothing short of a bitch, and continues to use Cathy as a weapon against me. I reminded Debbie yesterday that the reason I moved here was to be closer to Catherine, to be able to see her more often. My family, friends, and any reader of 13 Seasons knows that to be so. Midway during my first week with Cathy in June, I had a heart-to-heart with her that I loved teaching, but about the only way I'd be able to do it would be to move down south where they need teachers badly (enough that they'd even hire me). Cathy told me flat out she didn't care if I taught or not... she just wanted me to move closer and spend more time with her than I was. I'd been working to move here since that conversation, promising her I'd be here before Christmas. I kept my promise. Debbie told me yesterday that I moved here for the exact same reason I moved away in the first place; that I didn't want to deal with the divorce so I moved then, and now that I don't want to deal with Kari so I moved back. Ummmm... right. Like I said, nothing short of a bitch. |