Ugh... THAT was hard. A cop just came and picked them up and I asked him to have my daughter placed on suicide watch.
I think Bobbi just went along for the ride. My daughter hated it there and it seems everyone in authority is really overdoing the scare tactics. Plus they *seem* to be playing favorites. Bobbi and Zee got into the exact same trouble. They have similar histories (no trouble with the law other than truancies), but they were going to send Bobbi home next month. My daughter was looking at at least a year. My daughter's really pissed off about all that.
They've told her stuff like "If you screw up one more time, you'll be sent to detention. And then you might share a cell with someone who axed their parents to death. Maybe they'll kill you too. And when your body's found, nothing will be done."
Scare the kids straight, by all means, but enough's enough. She never "screwed up" in the first place. She was punished over weeks old scars.
My daughter was fine with everything until the last 20 minutes or so. Then she became panicked and wanted to run. I was told by dispatch that an Officer would get ahold of me. After waiting 30 minutes for a call, I gave up and took the girls with me to Sheetz.
And, of course, the cop showed up at the house before I checked out. My son called and told me I might want to sit tight. My daughter refused to get arrested at Sheetz and insisted on going home. I didn't see any sign of him (I live just 10 minutes away), so I headed home. As I was about to park, I saw his van pull up behind me with his headlights off.
On the drive to and from Sheetz she said she'd rather be dead than go back. I tried reasoning with her, telling her that one day her life will be calm, she'll have a family and be happy and all of this would be just a bad memory- that 50 years of happiness makes up for her 1 year of suffering. I told her she needed to pay attention to herself, get better, get back on track and everything would be okay. She kept saying her only future is that of a drug dealer. I told her she sells herself way too short. And she does.
Ugh...
I also told her they wouldn't be getting arrested. People are worried about them and want to make sure they're safe etc etc. And sure enough, the cop escorted them to his van and just told them to buckle up. I gave both girls a hug; told them to behave.
Ever since my kids were toddlers, we've made the "I love you" sign (similar to the "hang 10") when leaving each other. She had her hand like that all the way down the driveway 
What a horrible, horrible ordeal. But at least they're safe and not on the street.
My daughter was upset that I don't raise hell and make demands on her behalf. Outwardly, I appear much too calm to most people. That's sometimes mistaken for callousness. I speak of my feeling in a reasonable manner and tone, but I rarely show my feelings. Because of that, my kids sometimes think I don't care about or love them.
I am SOOOOOOO freagin ready for bed. But I can't sleep. I have to make too many phone calls this morning. If I go to sleep now, I'll never wake in time. I've been taking a caffeine pill about once every other hour yet I still manage to micro nap at my desk. THat will have to suffice for now.
Sorry about the novella, but thanks for listening everyone.
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