So, after all the angst over DSD 16's behaviour, and reconciling ourselves to a break to give us all space.....
Tonight after I get home with DSS from football training I'm told DSD is upstairs, when I ask if she is just collecting stuff I'm told no she's staying.
So despite everything, and despite the two if us apparently working together on this, I have no say whatsoever.
We had agreed what the conditions were for her to set foot in the house again, none of them have been met and here she is.
So the consequences of her actions are what? One night at her dads where presumably she was the centre of attention because of her self imposed exile.
I have no idea how I feel about DP's actions, it feels like utter contempt for what we agreed and that I may dare to have delusions about having any say as to what happens in my own house.
All the crap, all the tears, all the late nights sat up trying to find a way through it all. For what?
I still haven't come to terms with what DSD has done and the things she's said. I can't look her in the eye, and I can't find a word to say to her. I have no grasp of how to deal with her being back.
Should I ever have even hoped to be considered in all of this? Or do I just have to shovel the shit and get on with it?