My step-daughter left to live with her mother shortly after we moved here in 2004. She couldn't handle living out in the middle of nowhere. She was about 16 at the time, I believe.
Her grades in HS were horrible. She graduated by the skin of her teeth, after allegedly attending summer school for failing Gym. Is that even possible?! She tells us she isn't graduating the day before graduation, which we would have been driving 3 hours to attend.
She hounded my husband day in and day out about buying her a car. It was her birthright, apparently. I never knew that she had been born into royalty. Against my wishes, we bought her a $5,000- Jeep, about a year ago. Exact same year and model of the Jeep we had traded in to get my VW Passat. The motorcycle my husband stated he would sell in order to buy her car still sits in our garage.
We have been told that she had borrowed money to pay for the insurance for the vehicle. After telling her that she was forgoing any future Christmas or birthday gifts, we paid for about $2,000- in repairs because she didn't maintain the vehicle.
A month or so ago, she calls my husband and tells him that he has to give her money so she can get her own apartment. Her mother kicked her out. "I know you have money!" Husband refuses. She sells the Jeep for $1,800-. She says to my husband "Sandra's VW is getting old anyway. She can just give it to me when she gets a new car." My Passat's a 2006. Fast forward to last week, when she calls to say that she's moving back in with us, because she and the guy that she dated for two months before shacking up have broken up, and she has nowhere to go. She has no job, no car, no nothing. She calls a week later, in tears, demanding that we drive 3 hours to pick her up NOW! My husband has to get up at 3 to go to work, and I took a vacation day so I could take my 8 year old son to a water park for his birthday. He's not doing it, and I'm not changing my plans. So, she's on her own. Not even a car to sleep in. It's a good thing I never told our son that his sister was coming home. She called the next day to say that she was okay, she was renting a room from a friend (in an apartment!), and she and the boyfriend had made up.
I'm expecting another tearful, hysterical call in the next day or so, demanding that we drive down to the shore to rescue her.
I know I hijacked this thread, but I can relate to the original post. I know how it is. I'm living it. I know this was long, and I've left out a LOT, in trying to keep it relatively short. And my husband would have a fit if he knew that I wrote about this in a public forum. But GOD did I need to get this out!!