I drove my 12 yr old dd down to London on Sat to live with her father. Mixed emotions due to:
He is living with the lodger who lied in court after he had been arrested for assault 18 months ago. She physically restrained my two children upstairs the evening he assaulted me.They denied their relationship up until recently.
I'm convinced she moved in and plotted to split us up.
We moved to Nott'm last summer (back to where I grew up) and dd said then that she wanted to live with him. 5 minutes before we left the house he called and said 'we've left this to the last minute and my flat isn't big enough so this isn't going to work, plus we haven't applied for schools and they go back soon.. blah blah...'. Look up "passive aggressive dads" and he is the epitome of this. She was devastated to say the least. she and I argued to the point that I had to explain to the neighbours what was going on do to them looking concerned outside.
3 months ago she said the same thing about wanting to move and I reacted to say - yes, I will make this happen (because I was exhausted from the friction, her in trouble at school due to not settling and her total lack of respect towards me). I emailed him and said I couldn't take the conflict at home any more and thought this was the best for her. He agreed to try it out over the summer.
So, on Saturday I drove her and her belongings down to his flat. He thinks it's a trial and all my friends and family have said 'oh don't worry - she'll be back before the end of the summer hols'. But a huge part of me knows she loves the London pace and desperately wants her father to love her / not forget about her.
She is in the position to loose her place at the Outstanding school I appealed for to get her in. Neither of them realised the importance of her education. If she did come back after September, once the honeymood period was over and rules came in to force, she would get into a sh*t school, miles away and the 4th school in 2 years due to the upheaval of us relocating due to break up.
I'm feeling extremely anxious that he won't look after her or supervise her over the summer hols. He hasn't booked any time off work. And at the same time I'm beyond exhausted and looking forward to the break. She moves at 100 miles an hour and I can't keep up with the pace. My ds (10yrs) commented on 'how less stressed' I'm going to be with her down there.
But, if anything happens to her - how can I live with the guilt, because I facilitated the move. What kind of mother does that?
I haven't cried about the whole thing because I feel numb about it all.