Last StrawPosted: August 26, 2013
Things have been, in a few words, strained, difficult, awkward, hostile, between my middle step-daughter, and my husband and I, for a while now. There have been more than a few things that have transpired that have caused distress in this relationship, but something that I found out yesterday may truly be the last straw for me.
Friday, was my oldest stepdaughter’s thirtieth birthday. There was a big party, a party bus, much debauchery. All in good fun.
I am working on setting up my oldest step-daughter with a guy that I work with. This may come back to bite me in the ass at some point, and is probably a blog post of its own for another day, but needless to say, she and I were texting back and forth last night, about the possibility of this date, and about her birthday party.
She mentioned that they all had a good time, but that C was really drunk, really early, and made an ass out of herself and embarrassed the other two girls. I asked if she drove to and from E’s house, and she said she didn’t know, but that she wouldn’t be surprised if she had, because she does it all the time.
Then she said that she does it all the time with her girls in the car.
C has a cousin that lives over by E, and C is frequently over at her cousin’s house drinking, while their kids play, and then she drives them home back to our side of town, as C and her children live near us.
The one time Mea spent the night with C and her girls, they went over to her cousin’s house.
I am so pissed I could just scream.
Not only that she is driving around with my grandchildren in her car after she’s been drinking, but if I find out that she drove drunk, or even buzzed, with Mea in the car, I would probably kill her.
She should know better.
Maybe I should have known better too.
The truth is even the last time wasn’t the first time. Before she turned 21, and when our oldest granddaughter was still very small, she was pulled over for an OWI. She went to jail for a night, and had to have a breathalizer thing put on her car for a year.
The youngest granddaughter’s father just got out of prison last week for running over a kid while drunk driving.
There is a pattern here. In her own life, and in the lives of those around her, and the biggest problem I have with it all is the kids. They don’t deserve any of this mess, and they certainly don’t deserve to be driven around in a car by a mother who has been drinking.
As for what I should do with this information I just honestly don’t really know. There is a part of me that thinks I should confront her about it, and there is another part of me that thinks I should call DHS privately.
What I know is that she needs help. In some way, shape or form, she really needs help. She obviously hasn’t learned from her past mistakes, I just don’t really know what to do.
Friends, what do you think? Put yourself in my shoes, what would you do?
I feel like the answer is staring me in the face, and I just can’t quite get to the answer on my own.