So, come home and see Hubby angrily mumbling to himself while he was doing laundry. (Yes, Hubby does the laundry, I'm a very lucky girl ) Anyway, I ask him what's wrong, and he just looks at me and says BM called. Great, I had been so excited to come home before this.

It seems BM decided to tell him all the things that we were doing that were making her life difficult or upsetting the skids. She does this periodically. Sometimes we can just ignore her, sometimes it turns into WWIII, but I always just let Hubby deal with it. See, usually everything that is complained about isn't even real to begin with, just constructs of her delusional mind and lies told by the skids to keep her happy.

This time it involved me, and I became enraged. Apparently I was giving the skids "opinions" that have the skids all worked up and are causing BM a lot of problems and headache. One of the "opinions" deeply offended her. Whatever. Hubby told her I had done nothing of the sort. She, of course, didn't believe him, and said it was hard to believe him when both girls agreed I had said such and such. And, of course, the skids would never ever lie to their beloved mommy-wommy. :sick:

Anyway, she got all snotty with him and accused him of yelling at her, when in fact all he had done was say that I hadn't said that, and he got too mad to continue talking to her and said "thanks for the info" and hung up. I'm pretty proud of him for keeping his cool. But now I'm not. I'm so sick of all the lies and made up stories. For the first time ever I want to send her an email of my own and tell her exactly what happened (I know what the girls said to her, and why, and it makes me even more angry) and burst her "mother of the century" bubble and let her know some of the things they've said to me about her. But I won't. I have too much self control, and self respect. I don't know what we'll do to address it, if we do anything.

But when it comes to the skids... I'm tired of the lies and the stories. I'm so ready to just disappear every time they come over. I have friend and family I would love to go visit on our weekends, but I don't because I want to have "family time." Whatever, screw family time. I'm ready to tell the skids exactly why I'm so disappointed in them and their behavior, to cut them off when they try to deny ever telling their mother those things (or worse, trying to tell me that I did in fact say those things) and just tell them that I'm tired of the lies and that I will be removing myself from the situation. What I really want to do is scream until I lose my voice, but that's just a fantasy.

I don't know what will really happen next time we have them. I just might disappear. I definitely think something needs to be said. But I'm just so disgusted I don't trust myself not to go completely ballistic. There's just too much building up over too long.