The Control Freak

Lately my husband and I have been having this ongoing argument with his step mother. It started with his father allowing a family from down the street to move in their home for a while so they could save a little money and look for another home. My daughter used to go over there a lot and well the step mother thinks that she still should; we, on the other hand, do not feel comfortable with our precious cargo being around strangers. So, she's bitching about how she has good judgement and stressing that her judgment is fine when it comes to people. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WOMAN! This is my kid we are talking about here. I have no trust for strangers and rarely have trust for family with the way the world is in this day and age. She may be angry, hurt, upset at our decision but I honestly could care less. I don't know how to put it nicely anymore (Lord knows I have tried), so the hubby put it in a way she understood today. Apparently, we've been disowned; which, by the way, is just fine with me. I have no interest in mending broken relationships anymore. The Control Freak can't always have her fucking way. Like I said before this is MY child. She grew in me and came out of me. This ain't Burgerking. When you pop one out then you can have it your mother-fuckin' way. I'm sick of fighting over it, sick of the backhanded comments, and sick of you making us out to be the bad guys. You aren't a victim when you bring the shit upon yourself. You can play it up as if to seem innocent, but you are totally in the wrong here. I offered to bring my baby over and spend time with you but if it wasn't your way you didn't want to see her at all. So again I say, this isn't my fault; it is yours.

Sit and Think

Okay, so it's one in the morning here in Alabama and I am still awake. I finally got my rambunctious 18 month old to sleep about an hour ago. I've been sitting around thinking about my life ever since I put her in bed. I know everyone has to wonder what may have happened if they had not been impregnated or got impregnated. I probably wouldn't be with her daddy right now and I know I wouldn't be living in this house. I would have finished college and I'd still have a crappy job at the local Wal-Mart. I probably would have slept with some other guy and fell madly in love with him while he's cheating on me with his ex girlfriend. 
Don't get me wrong, I love having a daughter. She's amazing and is my world but I can't help but think about all the opportunities I missed out on. But then again, I would have also missed out on her. I can't imagine my world without my sweet little one. She may be a cranky little shit sometimes but I love her more each day!