Semantics...

As I re-read most of my blogs today...the tone is not that of my usual easy going self...*snickers sheepishly...

I guess I really need to let this one out and it's a true vent from deep within that has been bothering me for quite a few days now....

We have adopted our grandchildren. A girl and a boy, one year apart. Their mother is my step daughter...

It was a long and winding road to get them into our home. It was a tough and arduous task sedulously hashed out between two states...

anyways, they are with us now and have been since April...

few days ago, da wife was having a conversation with step daughter and was telling her of the funny things the kids had been saying and then said, "our kids" a few times during the conversation...

that didn't bode well with step daughter....who really hasn't been much of a mother even when she had these kids...

she had such a conniption that she gave da wife hell for two days...

I had to really calm down to not to call her to NEVER call us again...

the nerve...really...

she gave up these kids....in August, on grandson's birthday, she didn't even send him anything...

her excuse is always, "I have no money..."

but she has the money to go camping, drive everywhere, waste gas, hang out with her friends...

and there was her son's birthday....not any gesture....

she talks the talk a lot....but rarely walk the walk....

she always hold on to these little things that don't matter...such as haircuts...or what types of shoes they should wear...

WHO CARES!!

What about LOVE?? What about holding them when they're crying and staying up with them while they are sick and high with fever??

What about being there and providing for them and giving them peace of mind and a safe place to be?

Has she thought about any of that? Maybe she has...but it sure didn't last long nor did it mattered...

but for having such a fit because da wife said, "our kids" ?????

Damn right, they're our kids....she signed the paper to give them up....

Then, there is my mother-in-law....her grandmother....who was here for over a month while I was so sick and was go to into surgery.

She came here with my father-in-law and she cleaned, cooked, helped with the kids and then apologized for not being a good writer when she wanted to write me a letter telling me what a great time she had when she was here...

step daughter is a brilliant letter writer...she has written some stuff that can move the earth under one's feet...

one time, two times, three times, and boy, I was a sucker and bought into it...

but after all the talk and no action...these letters have now become slaps in the face and I simply roll my eyes if one was to be handed to me. I'd ask sarcastically, "do I have to read it?"

yes, it is well written, full of praises and thanks and blah blah blah...

but her actions mean nothing....

since the "our kids" incident. Her phone calls to the kids have slowed down. She was calling them once or twice a day....it's been days now since she's called and really...I don't care....

my first and foremost duty are to these kids...they are children...

step daughter is a grown woman....she can make up her own damned mind where she wants to live or be or what not...I have to be honest, at this point, I no longer care....

I tried really hard with her through the years, to be an understanding friend and to be there for her only to be met with slaps in the face attitudes....

no more.....

I wrote my mother-in-law that I wish everyone in her family were like her..that they'd show their love through actions....

and I, have no time for semantic manipulations....homey don't play that....and never will....