How could you?!

For 25 years, our blended family of six vacationed at a magical place called 'The Gatineau Fish & Game Club'.  The beauty of it was that neither ex had ever been, which meant that for a month every year, we were just "us".  No baggage. 

So what does my stupid step-daughter do?  Invites her mother there the same week, thus contaminating our sacred place.  Even if we hadn't been there at all, it would have been a defilement.  But I cannot begin to tell you how jarring it was to have to look at that b-tch at club dinners.  What the eff was she doing there?!?!  This is the same c-nt whose lawyer demanded we quit this club so we could give her more money waaaaaay back in 1982.  "Don't be ridiculous," said our lawyer at the time. "They're both executives in the government.  Do you really think they don't deserve a family holiday?"  It was nauseating at the time, but I haven't thought about the whole expensive mess for years and years.

Until last week when she had the gall to show up there.  The reason?  Stepdaughter had been fired yet again and couldn't afford it.  So "Mommy Dearest" paid for her and the grands to spend a week renting a cottage from a childhood friend.  And do you think the grandkids got to spend time with us?  Not on your life.  They were permitted to visit for two hours -- one of which included their mother hanging around blighting it.  And did we get a thank you for the ten days we had the grandson in Calgary, taking him all over, to the Drumheller dinosaur museum and paying to send him to Ottawa where his mother was, thus saving her the airfare she would have had to have spent to fly him there from Houston?  Are you kidding?  A real ingrate.   

During the visit of the grands, I noticed the granddaughter actually has a tick.  At eight.  She now blinks her eyes all the time and it's alarming.  "You don't need to blink your eyes, they blink themselves," I explained.  But she couldn't stop and I fear it will continue because apparently neither mummy nor `bubbie` (as she calls herself for some bizarre, contrary reason) have said anything.  I am thinking it`s a stress or control thing -- sort of like anorexia nervosa, where girls try to control something because G-d knows what her mother and grandmother were saying about us in that cottage!  

The reason we got majority custody-- unheard of for a father back then -- was because the judge decided that the mother would not share, but we would.  It was a needlessly expensive and ugly divorce and we paid dearly for it -- as well as having to pay her for years while we had custody!  WTF?!   

Nothing's changed and it was distressing to see that stepdaughter has finally morphed into her mother, something I never would have predicted when she was a child and young woman.  She has become a narcissistic sociopath, who I understand, is crashing on all her elementary and high school friends in Ottawa who have pools and cottages and dragging her kids along to show what a "success" she is.  And she is coached by The Master herself.  It`s all about money.  It was disgusting and so wrong on so many levels.

If only we could find an exorcist.....