It's been two weeks since Lindsey moved out. I have heard from her via text for three things - money, rides and to excuse her from school. To all of which, I said no.
I never thought the child nearest and dearest to me would move out so soon or under these circumstances. But, I have had to let go, and that really sucks. When I moved out, I am fairly certain my mom didn't call school or work to find out if I didn't go, I knew I couldn't ask her to excuse me from anything anymore, and it was a long, long time before my parents gave me money. . .
Basically, Lindsey moved out and decided to make a go of it on her own. . . sort of. She moved in with her bio dad (whom she hasn't had a relationship for 16 years) and her step mom, whom she never referred to as that before. In fact, when she went over there on Christmas Eve, she was back in an hour because he didn't know how to act around her. And one of the other times, when Matt asked how it was visiting her dad, Lindsey's response was, "If you call having him passed out on the couch the whole time good, then it was good."
Am I hurt - you bet I am. I won't try to pretend I'm not. The email she last sent me apologized for being an inconvenience to me. When in the hell did I ever say that or act like that? She said if she moved back home, she would be dead within a week. And, that I could never guilt trip her into coming home - funny thing is, I don't think I ever asked her to come back home.
I can only hope she becomes a better person with this move, and I am glad she found someone who could help her be the person she should be. Even though I wished it had been me.
Right now though, I can't even look at her or talk to her - there is no connection. It was fried when she called me a psycho bitch and decided to leave. Maybe someday it will get repaired.
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