so, after a really crummy Christmas, I made the decision to disengage from my adult SD who has done nothing but cause grief and drama. It became clear to me, finally, that this girl enjoys coming between me and my DH. I can’t tell you what a change that has created for me and how much better I feel.

She was mad that we didn’t watch her kids NYE.  Even though i had told DH that I didn’t mind, he was in a snit over my being honest with him about how Christmas had gone when he asked my opinion. So he had said we weren’t watching them. I think he thought it was punishing me for some reason. Whatever. So at 11:15pm on NYE, SD calls in hysterics saying she had fallen down the stairs and thought she broke something. She and her husband had been drinking. So DH (even though we’d had a drink or two as well) rushes over there, interrupting our evening. He returns about an hour or so later. Then was mad at me because he sensed that her call had made me angry and he didn’t think I showed proper concern for her wellbeing. In the midst of my disengaging, I’m trying very hard to show nothing as far as emotion where she’s concerned. I don’t ask about her or otherwise be involved in anything where she’s concerned. I guess I failed because I WAS annoyed at her call and knew it was her usual mountain out of a molehill drama to engage her father and come between us. But I learned my lesson and I’m working on that.

Well, guess what the huge drama was over what she thought she broke? Her toe. Yes, her toe. My DH rushed to her rescue for her toe. He said he had to talk her out of going to the ER, on NYE. For gods sake - when will his enabling stop. He has allowed so much drama and dysfunction into our lives in the name of supporting her when in reality he has enabled her to continue making one poor decision after another. I’m hoping and praying that by my disengaging from her, and therefore negating her power over me, it will make the light go on for my DH. He can handle her however he sees fit but there will be consequences when he allows her to come between us. Like so many of y’all here, I don’t want to hear anything about her, see her unless absolutely necessary, or otherwise let this spoiled, immature brat take up space in my head.