V’s text

So I got a text from my oldest daughter this morning letting me know Kayla told her she only got rid of my yarn and some bottles – nothing important to the family. (Everything I took was important to me.) She has some of my stuff and V doesn’t know if or when Kay plans to give it back, but she thought I’d like to know it’s not completely gone.

I tried to text her back and the tears just slid down my face of their own accord.
I’ve been grieving. Yes, grieving my things, but grieving my daughter and grandsons. I’m glad things she deemed important to the family are intact, but things important to my heart can never be repaired. Our relationship is dead and I will never trust her again. She’s ripped my grandson’s from me and said things that can never be unsaid. She’s mean, and that’s not ok. I’m not holding my breath. I am moving forward without her in my life. No one will ever have that kind of control over me again.

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About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, music, bird watching, history, gemstones, and gardening. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its bounds. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a Kingdom focused non denominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, married to the son of a preacher, with 4 spoiled dogs and and a rescued kitten. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and depression and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow go.
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