I just got off the phone with my sister. We're going to hang out Sunday afternoon and do something fun with my girls. She said, "Maybe if it's nice enough out, we'll go on an adventure." She is such a free spirit. My girls love hanging out with their aunt. I can't wait.
So that's the good news...
Be is starting to really worry me. She let me know she's been talking to a guy who, in the recent past, was stalking and harassing us. He became obsessed with her after they started hanging out a few months back. He's a childhood friend of hers. Unfortunately, I think he is a dangerous man. Back then, we saved his texts, and she even posted on Facebook an alert to our neighborhood friends that he was creeping around and to please keep an eye out. Now that she is talking to him again, she has removed that post from her time line... It's like she is trying to just force her life into this perception she has of it, truth be dammed. Just last night, she casually told me that he invited her over to a lasagna dinner. She was apparently going to take our oldest with her, because she followed that up with, "But, I'm not going, so tell J she can go to her friends house." As she was telling me this I sort of blanked. I freaked out. Not externally, but internally I felt like I was going to boil over. I said "Okay." She left, and I just broke down. I was shaking, seeing red. I actually went back and read those saved texts just to make sure I was remembering it all correctly. This f*cking guy... You know what, I...
I don't even know...
That might be scary enough, but I just found out from K that Be has asked around for heroine! She's never done heroine, or anything else like that! I contacted her psychologist about how worried I am about her, and that was before I heard about the heroine.
I haven't even brought any of this up to Be. I hope she is just doing this to get me all worked up. I hope none of this is serious, but I have to assume it is. I'd not be able to live with myself if he did something to her or if she ODs or whatever, and I never said anything to anyone about it.
I started a journal. I've heard it can be therapeutic. Lately, my concept of time has been pretty shoddy, so I'm hoping it can at least help keep me grounded. It'd be nice to know I don't have to keep so much in my head if it's documented elsewhere... I guess. We'll see.
But, with all that said, I honestly feel pretty good today. It's like all this shit just got so obscenely ridiculous that I've finally snapped into the mindset that there's only so much I can do. This shit is going to happen. Period. All I can do is respond with positivity, and integrity. Sounds good in theory...
Peace.