Thursday, April 19, 2012
As I mentioned recently, my daughter has moved out. It happened Sunday, right after I shelled out big bucks for her birthday party. Perfect timing on her part!
I knew she'd be moving out, but thought it'd be when she left for college in August. I can't say I was shocked that she moved out sooner, but the day after her legal adult age is a little early.
I like her boyfriend, I really do. They've been together for a while now and seem happy together. What I don't like is that he doesn't have a job. Neither does his mother or sister. That wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the fact that my daughter has two part-time jobs and has now moved into a residence of three people who are unemployed. Four people in one house with only one person working. You do the math!
Then again, it's the "cool" house with the "cool people" doing "cool things".
Shelby and her boyfriend came over last night to get her belongings. I did okay for the most part. I kept busy doing household chores just so I didn't have to think about what was happening around me. UNTIL his mother called to check up on them and make sure the move was going okay and there were no problems caused by me. EXCUSE ME! I don't need another female calling to meddle in my business or affairs. If I want to yell and scream at my daughter or knock sense into her, it's my right to do so. I birthed her. I raised her. I sheltered, guided, and provided for her for 18 years.
All I asked during this whole exchange of homes was for it not to be rubbed in my face that my daughter is now going to another mother and another family. Is that too much to ask?! Yeah, I'm a little pissy right now.