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.