Just threw SGD-14's white plastic sack of crapola into the trash. Six months unopened, unreviewed.

Backstory: the first time I black-trash-bagged SGD's stuff was a few years ago when she was pet/house-sitting for SO while we road tripped through the Black Hills. She lived less than a mile away and was to feed the cat and bring in mail, but not obviously sleep-over. ($ 10/day) She forgot to feed the cat. We came home to an awesome mess. Yup, SGD-12 at the time, binged throughout the house. Emptied the freezer & cupboards of all non-healthy foods -- melted ice cream containers, empty Poptarts, chips & over 60 soda cans. Dirty underwear in the living room, on the stairs and on the landing upstairs. Clothes everywhere on the floor including the kitchen. Closets "explored and upended." Three unflushed toilets. Dozens of plates and stashed food under the couches ... paints smeared over TV tables ... perfume & makeup spewed everywhere ... 5 mirrors with kiss-marks & fingers ... A few fun-loving ferrets or an under-stimulated parrot could not make more of a mess over 2500sq'.

I black-trash-bagged the lot and put it all in the garage. The next visitation, SO & SGD could work through the bags together sorting, washing & cleaning.

Back in March, after another rather difficult visitation, SO was fussing about the crapola spewed everywhere after he had repeatedly told SGD to clean up before he had to drive her back home. He threatened that if anything was left out lying in the common area, he would throw it away. To my surprise, SO gathered her stuff into a white kitchen trash sack & put it in the garage for next visit. SGD hid the sack under her bed for the last 6 months. I’ve asked periodically if SGD had sorted the sack while trying not to look under the bed where I knew it was stashed.

Today, I threw it in the trash. It was not my place. Not my stuff, not my kid, not my grandkid. Stripping the sheets for the wash and I saw the sack. SGD has the cushiest thing going with weekly visits w/SO & an allowance while the SGS get overlooked and the whole situation stinks. The recently "recovered" meth/heroin SM has moved back in the the SGS & their biodad. (6 kids under the age of 11 in a hotel apartment situation.) The latest is that biodad is chatting with missing SD-32 about splitting up the boys and sending the oldest ASD/BD/ADHD-alternative-schooling boy to live with her, his mother, in another state. He has seen his mom twice in 5 years. SD-32 has no job, no apartment, just helping a disabled guy for R&B plus pot runs. Does CPS know, since the state has custody of the boys?

I have no ability to change anything or fix anything, but I have the power to throw out trash. (Yes, I wanted to peek into the sack but I didn't.) Amazing how low we can stoop, ‘eh? My frustration is with the situation, with CPS, with messed up bioparents and not SGD's bag of trash, but it felt good to toss it. Petty witch that I am.

EDIT: Sorry if this is disjointed, but I tried writing in WP & cut-and-paste. Haven't shared too much over the summer. My pony camp experiment with the SGS 9 & 11 was ended when the oldest tried to hang the youngest in the barn. Unsuccessfully, mind ... but much drama.