It just cuold have been so much easier.
As u may or may not know, she has refused to go to his for 2 months now. hehas popped over for half and hour inthat whole time.
He wanted her to go for the weekend this weekend, but she didn't want to, so he said he'd come sunday.
He rang thurs, and said 'so is she coming 2morro/'
huh.
I said very nicley, for the umpteemth time, but not spoken it for months. Maybe if you come and spend a bit more time with her, you will regain a bit of trust.
result--big stroppy sigh that translated as 'do not feckin tell me what to do for the best'
oh well, i tried. just hard, when i get that frim response, of no i am not going to do anything you ever suggest to make dd's life more bearable.
I have avoided saying anything to help the sitch for months, as I was fed up, but onthe spur just asked, again.
childish childish fuckin twat.
my dd has been in bits this week, saying how her lif is ruined etc...
i am brickin it for 2morro. I need to get it together.