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If you had 3 Wishes.............or If you could Change Something..............

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Well, it is Friday evening. I finally got a comment from my SD on her blog directly. Of course, everything was completely turned around. i.e. I, am at fault for everything, of course, she takes no responsibility, it is our fault for leaving, yaddy, yaddy. I took her Dad away and out of the state. How dare I send her a Christmas card? Why couldn't her Dad be bothered to even sign the card? How dare we not call her for her birthday? Never mind all the insultive things she has done to us over the last years. Hey, that's okay.

The Life of a Drama Queen

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I have to laugh or I'd been completely screaming and losing my mind. I have been writing about the ongoing tale of the xanga chatterbox site with my SD. Only to find out that of course, we are back with the narcissistic behavior, everything is of course, stepmom's fault, I am "flaunting her father" at her, excuse me. Hello. Then my SD best friend states I am jealous of SD when I am asking if her dog's are okay, and asking nonthreatening questions to her, making nonthreatening comments. (to SD). It's just too crazy.

Wish I had a Magic 8 Ball Too

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Well, I almost have to laugh. The only sentence in my SD's blog last night was that she wished she had a magic 8 ball. But she was definitely interested in the xanga chatterbox. But then her best friend took over and wrote a smart comment thinking I was someone else. Well, I posted a note back, saying she didn't know what she was talking about, Erin had know me for a long time, and she need to stay out of where she wasn't needed, that Erin would think for herself.

I just keep pushing

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I don't know sometimes why I keep pushing at my SD even though she's been gone from the house for over an year and a half with all the trouble she's into but maybe it is because I hope that sooner rather than later, it will dawn on her that all of the people around her, who are trying to tell her that she has "issues" are correct. I left a message in her xanga chatterbox in a roundabout fashion but if she knew who it was, she would never have read it.

I keep trying to move forward

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Well, it has now been almost three months now since we've moved here to Georgia and there have been some changes here in our household. One major change that was sudden, traumatic, and completely unexpected was the sudden, tragic loss of our eight year old greyhound to seizures/stroken on February 6, 2006. We rescued him on Superbowl weekend five years ago, and ironically, it was Superbowl weekend, that I found him, in convulsions in our master bedroom having seizures.

Keep Accentuating the Positive

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Well, in a nutshell, for those of us, with one or more stepchildren who have left and gone back to their biological parents where life is "far better" or shall I say the grass is greener.....accentuate the positive. It's been over a year now and my stepson is still talking with my husband now and that is pretty consistent and he is coming back to visit at Easter (I think with his girlfriend in April). So, 50% is better than nothing, and you can never tell if in a couple of years, my SD may clean herself up.

How Much Do I Really Know?

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A question keeps running through my mind as to how much do I really know, or rather how well do I really know my stepdaughter? It is like after she left and when back to her Mom's over a year and a half ago, she became like Jekyll and Hyde. Someone I feel that I obviously never really knew. The things she verbally says as well as writes are so abusive and nasty that I feel they can't be coming from the same young lady I once knew. Is it the drugs, the company she keeps, peers, or what?

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