Day 614
Dearest Hannah,
It’s been 35 days since I’ve seen or talked to you.
I’ve waited almost all day to write to you today because I don’t really have good news today. Let’s go back to Thursday evening. I sent the photo I made of the unicorn to your father.
So this meant that in order to have a shot, like I said to you yesterday, we had to contact your mother. So I texted her . . .
Sigh. This is new. He isn’t even my brother anymore. He is your mother’s husband and your father. The sad thing about it is that your mother is not the victim here - you are. Yet, here she is acting all like “I have to protect my child from you.” That’s the vibe I got, no matter what words she uses.
So, then I took a screenshot of this and sent it to your father. And this is where it all went downhill.
Now, if this is the same Grandma in Ohio - I guess it’s ok to take a child there to a hospital when someone is ill. Because it isn’t someone in our family. And, if it is this lady’s time, you’ll go to that funeral, I have no doubt. Why? Because it’s your mother’s grandmother. Her family is allowed. I met this grandmother once at the wedding, I think. She was a sweet lady. We were told that we weren’t allowed to be friendly or to be friends at all with her, or anyone in your mother’s family. We managed a cordial friendship with your mother’s father for awhile. But, that was really only because he was allowed to visit and hold and photograph you months before we were and we would constantly download his videos and photos. Oy, that’s a long story. I’ll have to tell you about that whole debacle later on, and the one about your online baby shower and how our side of the family wasn’t allowed to have one because your side planned one and we couldn’t have two…oh Lord. Anyway . . .
I let your Granny read this entire exchange and we got upset. I knew it. She knew it. She will likely never see you again before her time on earth is done. That’s how she feels. I hope she’s not correct, but considering the fact that your mother has your father wrapped around her little finger, I don’t think Granny is too far off.
Then, I called Starla. I read the entire exchange to her via video chat. And we both cried. Here we were all of us worried to death about your father, and giving him the benefit of the doubt - and he blames his aunt for something that his wife caused. I’m not just saying that by the way - someday, you can see it all for yourself. The family had dinner together today to celebrate Carson’s (belated) birthday. And, when we told them all about this conversation with your father, everyone’s jaw dropped. No one could believe it. Every single one of us were stunned. All of us have been doing the same thing, giving him the benefit of the doubt. We don’t expect him to not stick up for his wife, but that’s what husbands do. But, Jesus, at least recognize the truth of the situation and see that none of that would’ve happened if Sarah hadn’t got out of the car complaining and bitching and pushing buttons because she didn’t get her way. Honestly, it had nothing to do with your mother, and she really should’ve just stayed out of the whole thing and at least sat on the sofa or in a chair.
Anyway, I know I said I wasn’t going to spend a whole lot of time talking about this situation anymore. But, when things like this happen, my love, I’m gonna show you and tell you the God’s honest truth. I have no reason to lie to you - plus, I have the receipts to back up everything I tell you. I haven’t posted all of them, but I’ve been collecting stuff for years. I’m a Virgo, I notice everything and I keep what I feel may be needed eventually.
We all love you, and that will never change. Remember that forever. I love you more than you could possibly understand or even know. I’ve been pretty depressed all day because this entire nightmare is torture. Absolute torture.
I love you baby. Talk to you tomorrow.
