“I would never do that to you!” I raged. “What is wrong with those people?” I asked rhetorically. My daughter looked at me like I had two heads which confused me further. Here I raged for her and she’s annoyed at me.
Earlier my husband and I had gone out to dinner and a movie. A treat to ourselves for Thanksgiving. My daughter and granddaughter had plans to go to her dad’s for dinner. My daughter’s boyfriend dropped them off confident all was well. Days earlier her step sisters invited them over for Thanksgiving dinner. She arrived on their doorstep at the agreed upon time and waited. No one answered the door. After several minutes she realized no one was home.
The weather was cool but not uncomfortably so but soon my 3-year-old granddaughter began to fuss. She didn’t know what was going on, all she wanted to do was see her Nana and Papa and her cousins and now she had to use the bathroom. Together Mother and daughter walked to the nearest store, 8 blocks away to use the phone and restroom.
Later when she was able to contact one of her step sisters, they said “Oh I thought they told you we changed the day and had our dinner yesterday instead.” This sort of thing happens often to my daughter. I feel in a way she is the Cinderella of her father’s family. He doesn’t seem to have the care or courage to stick up for and include his children in his life. It seems to me she comes last in her father’s eyes.
For once I let out my anger and frustration in defense of her, to her. “I have a headache, I’m going to bed.” She said.
Often I am left wondering how do I support my children when they feel rejected by their father. My daughter is 30 and I still don’t have the answer. I am beginning to think some things will remain a mystery to me until the day I die. Until then, I don’t care what anyone thinks, I will continue to have my kids back, regardless of how their father is.