I had seriously been loving having my daughter Jessica home from University for the summer. Parts were hard as we are both obstinate and stubborn, but for the most part, I was really enjoying having her around.
Then one evening after having an argument with her step mother on the phone over some things I won't share here because they aren't my things to share, she threw an entire plate of food into the sink, breaking the plate, and started really yelling at me.
To make a long story short, I have not seen her since that day. I was right, she was wrong. That's great. I can't let her treat me like that. Also great. I should not always be fixing everything or letting her off the hook because she grew up with her dad and he is a fantastically royal asshole. The greatest. All of these points are agreed upon by a close friend Linda, my husband, and my counselor Helen, and myself. I should not contact her. I should wait for her to come home and apologize.
Totally stinks and I miss my kid.
In other news, Jacob is doing pretty good with his first "living on his own at university" experience. Pretty proud of the Jaybird.
Tom is an at home dad and I'm loving that as well, although I worry he will get depressed and bored. But he says he's not so...
Things are overall going pretty good. Have had a lovely Saturday putzing around the house.