I was hurting so bad (depression pain of -3 to -4) when it was time to pick up Grace after school, I was tempted to just drive her home.
This depression pain isn't out of the blue: the reason for it is that Grace's parents have been acting rather snotty toward me. They keep giving me the message that they don't value Grace's and my relationship. They schedule other things on our Fridays. Last night I had to have Grace home by 7:30 for a music lesson she'd missed because of a snow day. Grace objected loudly, and apparently they told her "Friday's the only free day in your week." (!!) Grace complained that of course her time with me wasn't "free" for other appointments, but got nowhere fast.
I'm so discouraged. I worked on snipping some elements for a collage and Grace spent the whole time either sorting clippings or playing with the kittens. So it wasn't a total loss: I just felt bad the whole time.
Actually, from the point of view of eating, it was in fact a total loss. After I dropped Grace off, I went and bought a dozen donuts. Between last night and this morning, I ate every single one. Bob doesn't even know I bought them, which is very unusual for me. =big sigh= So much for my cold turkey from sugar: I'll have to start all over again.
I don't know when I'll start feeling better. The chest cold is improving, but this depression triggered by issues with Grace... there's no end in sight. Her parents have hurt me bigtime. I told Grace she could quote anything I said last night, if doing so would help her parents "get it." I even wrote them a special Christmas card thanking them for my time with Grace. Neither of them said a word to me about it when we were over at their place Christmas Eve.
This is an issue having to do with a teenager gaining some measure of control over her life... those are always gnarly ones...




boo