I’m back, baby! After setting this site aside 2 or 3 years ago, I was excited to crank it back up yesterday. I still had everything in the database, too, luckily! I’ve lost years of work on WordPress sites over the years. Gone forever.
A lot has changed with WordPress and my daughter’s life in that time. Her mother has kept her from me for 5 years now. She turns 10 next month. It’s been inhumane torture revolving around sociopathic, narcissistic lies. Period. That’s a hard thing to come to terms with.
Her mother lost her tenured teaching job years ago, somehow. Falsifying data or embarrassing the University is my guess, knowing her.
And told no one, like the court which she has to notify when she moves(and hasn’t), or Cecelia changes schools(she hasn’t), or Cecelia misses over 40% of school(she hasn’t), or has a hospital visit for something serious(She hasn’t), of course.
That also explains why they live where they do, within a terrible city. Which, of course, is a terrible area, going by crime rates, low educational attainment, convicted sex offenders, domestic calls, and you name it. And plenty of no-father houses. She’s smack-dab in the heart of it. And her mother is proud? No because we don’t hide what we’re proud of. We hide our shame.
Which no one would explain when I asked years ago. Of course. We don’t brag about our shame. But if she’s so sick she keeps missing that much school, she’s being neglected. If she’s allowed to play hooky, she’s being neglected. So… And the last I saw, she had ANOTHER bandage on her wounded head. My heart breaks and weeps a trillion times a day. I would cry in Louisville when she was taken, like a wolf howling into the night for its lost pups. Several oceans of tears. I’ve never cried so much, ever, combined. And I still do.
I had a struggle deciding whether to move from KY back home to SC or not, because my daughter is being held captive in Louisville. And I swore I’d never abandon her.
But her grandfather is now non compos mentis and ran away to Alabama to let his sister take care of him. Leaving me the insane garbage dump, which is the house he’s been living in for the last 50 years. He never cleaned a window or dusted. It was as if a blind, delusional teenager with a credit card had been living here. And to finalize his financial irresponsibility, he plans on selling the house soon. During the winter. Before a $2.5 billion facility opens for business, employing 1600 people about a mile from here. Entire neighborhoods are being built to answer for demand. So: buy high, sell low has been his pattern throughout life. Despite some sound investment advice from someone who would have made him a multi-millionaire. So it goes in my life. I was ready to fix this house up back to close to code, and have already wasted thousands of dollars and months of time on it. It’s going to have to be given away.
But I weighed the pros and cons of moving back to SC. Moving back here was the plan since before I got married, and my now-ex agreed to it, until it became a real possibility. And she kidnapped our daughter to stop it. Why?
The weird thing is I can’t figure out why she’s staying in Louisville. There’s nothing for my daughter or her there. My ex has no real friends anywhere. And Louisville sucks. She’s just being lazy, I guess, at Cecelia’s expense, of course. I have hundreds of ready-made little friends for her in SC, which her mother knows. Life would be far better, which I believe is what she’s being hidden from. Making comparisons where her mom always feels inferior. It’s all about feelings, it seems. Not morality.
But my move made things more complicated for me. They have no impact on Cecelia, my little girl. And that’s my only concern is her. I used to drive by her house a lot, but other than that, I can conduct business online and with a phone, and snail mail, since it’s the government. They are still in the 1990s.
So, I’m looking to move. Where? Great question. I have a business that is doing well, but moving would be hard without “working for someone,” so I’m getting a regular job now. No fun.
I have many contacts in SC, which is good. I already have some people putting in resumes for me. I was too busy with my family, for what it was, in Louisville, to make any good friends. I had a few from neighborhoods I lived in, but we never planned on staying up there, so there was no reason to cultivate a bunch of new relationships.
So, I’m excited to do some writing here. I have a ton already, and what I’m most proud of is my book for Cecelia, which is an instruction book for life. I had to learn a lot of lessons the hard way, which her mother seems to be planning for Cecelia, so in order to save her a ton of heartbreak, mistakes and stumbles, I am working on that for her. I may even shop it around to have it published. It’s that good.
Welcome to South Carolina!
