Us girls had a great weekend, finishing up early yesterday morning. We really didn't do that much because not much was open and shopping wasn't in our thoughts that much. We did go to Walmart and pick up baby clothes for little Paisley as she doesn't have many clothes. And picked up blueberry muffins and juice for breakfast. We did our nails and toes ourselves. We played Yahtzee. They played on their phones and I read a book.
It was a nice restful weekend.
That all ended when we got home. Rather, when my daughter went to drop off her niece. Drama was going on at the son's place. Not going to go into details. I'm angry. I'm disappointed. I'm hurting for my nephew. I place the blame where the blame is due.
It really put a damper on the nice quiet, restful weekend. Hubby and I watched two movies after I got home. I crocheted. Sheeba was happy to see me. Hubby said she ran to every room in the mornings looking for me. She was wound up most of the day yesterday because I was back home.
I didn't sleep well last night as I kept going through what I had heard in my mind. And today, I must get back to work and catch up on what I didn't get done on Friday because I wanted to take off early.
Oh Friday - I will have to check to see if I had shared what happened Friday morning as I was going to work. I need to stop now and get dressed so that I can take Sheeba for a walk this morning. God and I need to talk - although I have been talking with Him all night in my heart and mind, I need to talk through some things.
I'm not angry. I'm not unforgiving. I just placed the blame where I felt the root started. THAT person is having an issue with getting the blame. She thinks she is a hero for saving my son. He didn't need saving, it's all a game to him. He plays her. And he plays everyone else. When he called me yesterday after hearing I knew what had happened, he laughed. He said he stayed up until 5AM and then slept and was feeling great. He should get discharged today from the mental facility they took him to. It's all a game to him.
I probably would not have known about it had not my daughter taken the granddaughter home while this last episode was taking place. All because of 'HER'. The granddaughter had a meltdown. I could hear her crying in the background to where she could hardly get her breath. She called her mom, then her brother. So that's how I know about it.
Who knows how many times this has happened in the past and we didn't know because we didn't happen on the scene. I hate playing games.
One of these times he is going to get burnt really bad. And so will she.
I have been praying, and will continue to pray. Hubby says 'she' is not allowed at our house anymore. She hasn't been here yet so it hasn't been a problem. I asked him how that felt to say that as a Christian. He just looked at me. Yes, I want to shut the door in her face. She has created such havoc in this family. But I can't shut the door as a Christian.
So what does one do in this circumstance? I don't have to like what she does, but I am called to love her and forgive her actions. Even when she thinks she is the victim.
Lord help me, cause I certainly can not do this on my own.
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