This weekend has been a bit of an emotional roller coaster for me. On Saturday, I found out some fairly disturbing news about my oldest daughter who is only 15. I don’t mention very much about her on my blog mainly because there are various situations involved and certain individuals who tend to use social media with malicious intent towards my family and myself. As a result, I do not speak about her or my older son that much.
As for the latest news, my 15-year-old daughter is pregnant. While I am let down, I am in no way, shape, or form disappointed in her. She is a beautiful girl who I know can do wonders. My only issue is the fact that she is so young. She has ultimately just made her life that much harder to finish high school, go to college, or even get a really good job. It is hard being a single mom. I know this because I was a single mom for quite a while when it was my oldest daughter, her little brother, and myself. It was very hard but, I pushed through it. Nothing will change the fact that I love her. I always have and I always will.
There are various reasons why my oldest children are currently living with their other parent. As for the situation with my oldest daughter, the situation is quite complicated. After having joint custody with my ex husband for several years; which were full of intense harassment, extreme lies, and many outrageous acts of ex spouse revenge by him along with his current wife, the situation resulted in our daughter living with them from the young age of five.
They made the decision to not allow me to see my daughter and made it impossible for me to be a part of her life. They are going to say what they please about me and my family. I know who I am, I can’t change the past, and I certainly cannot change their actions or their words. The saddest part of all of this is that my daughter is the one who is being hurt the most; as they have filled her head with so many lies and their alternate version of reality to point where she doesn’t even know the truth about my absence from her life. She’s also missing out on knowing her younger siblings and being able to watch them grow up.
Another thing that I find disturbing is that she hasn’t been spelling her own name correctly either. So in conclusion, I am slowly trying to come to terms with the fact that I am going to be a grandmother at 35 years old.