approaching the end of the Madisyn saga
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mickeymSo, we’ve had a major upheaval in the household: Madisyn’s gone.
She left early Wednesday morning; the text message Matthew woke up to, around 10a, that was time stamped 5:36, said that her friend Kayla was picking her up to spend a little time with her (Kayla). Kayla’s girlfriend had gone to Alabama for a few days, and Kayla was upset and depressed. Matthew texted Madisyn when he woke up, and she didn’t answer. She didn’t answer any texts, any messages, any phone calls. Around 4:30 that afternoon, Madisyn’s boss called Donnie, asking if she knew where Madisyn was, since she was supposed to be in to work at 1p. We messaged Kayla, but she took about another 16 hours to respond, and she said she didn’t pick Madisyn up, Madisyn wasn’t at her house, she hadn’t seen her. Matthew asked Madisyn’s friend Heather if she’d heard from her; Heather said no. None of Heather’s texts were answered either.
We started yesterday, day three, gathering her things out of the kitchen and bathroom. Today is boxing all her things up, and bagging all of her clothing, and it’s turning into a “finish up on Sunday” thing, because everyone underestimated how much stuff (clothes, in particular) she has, and the level of mess in that bedroom. Once it’s all boxed/bagged up, we’re putting it on the patio (minus the electronics; they’ll stay in the house until she comes to get her things; they don’t need to be outside until then). She’ll have 30 days after that to get her things, and then it’s done until he has the money to hire a divorce attorney.
But yeah. There we are. I don’t think it’s really hit Matthew, yet. He’s been asking the same questions over and over (that we don’t have actual answers for), but there hasn’t been anything yet, like crying, screaming, whatevering. I know that grief’s a process, and it’ll take a while. But it’s going to be unfun for a while, unfortunately.
And for an addition that won’t be seen by Donnie, in particular: if she lectures me one more time about something I’ve said, or how I’ve said it, or really, anything, I might just lose my mind.
I’ve been snappy – to everyone. I don’t think it’s occurred to anyone else in this house, that Madisyn just up and disappearing isn’t fun for me, either. Did I want her married to my son? No. Was I happy that she was making his life miserable? No, I was not. But I’ve spent most of this past year actively trying to like her. Or at least dislike her less. I’d made progress, I thought. And when she was being fun and funny, she was fun to be around. It was when she was stimming that it became less fun (her version of stimming was to walk around smacking the side of her leg, or her ass, or whatever). And her manic (not drug!manic, but still manic) episodes weren’t fun, either. But I was trying. So I’m torn in a thousand different directions over that, PLUS the fact that Matthew is so miserable right now. I’ve been snappy, and I’ve had some meltdowns of my own…very immature meltdowns, I should add. Which I am aware of when they happen, and I’ve been doing my best NOT to throw it on Matthew.
But I am 34 fucking years older than Donnie is. I have been through some major drama of my own, in my life. I have packed and moved more times than years she’s lived. I don’t need her telling me that I can’t keep all the hangers because Madisyn bought them, she was here when they arrived. I wasn’t trying to keep all the hangers. I was separating out the ones that were legitimately mine, and I kept the blue ones so Matthew would have a few to hang HIS things on, should he want to. Also, why would you toss the clothes still on the hangers, into *plastic* trashbags? Where the hangers could poke holes into bags that will be sitting outside for a month? I know that when people move they do that – just toss the stuff into bags or open boxes. *I’ve* done that, when moving. But this isn’t moving. This isn’t the same. But yes, until I pointed that out to her, she was trying to tell me that I was… I don’t know. Doing it wrong? Something.
I was going to wash the dishes, so they would be done (just dinner last night), and also wash the dishes they found while cleaning up the room. But then there was a big deal made about how “I *said* I was going to wash them, Kim. You don’t need to worry about them.”
They’re still sitting in the sink, btw, and I could have long since had them done. I was going to do them, the first time around, at 1p this afternoon. And now there will be dinner dishes, as well.
Anyway, I needed to vent. Thanks for letting me.
She left early Wednesday morning; the text message Matthew woke up to, around 10a, that was time stamped 5:36, said that her friend Kayla was picking her up to spend a little time with her (Kayla). Kayla’s girlfriend had gone to Alabama for a few days, and Kayla was upset and depressed. Matthew texted Madisyn when he woke up, and she didn’t answer. She didn’t answer any texts, any messages, any phone calls. Around 4:30 that afternoon, Madisyn’s boss called Donnie, asking if she knew where Madisyn was, since she was supposed to be in to work at 1p. We messaged Kayla, but she took about another 16 hours to respond, and she said she didn’t pick Madisyn up, Madisyn wasn’t at her house, she hadn’t seen her. Matthew asked Madisyn’s friend Heather if she’d heard from her; Heather said no. None of Heather’s texts were answered either.
We started yesterday, day three, gathering her things out of the kitchen and bathroom. Today is boxing all her things up, and bagging all of her clothing, and it’s turning into a “finish up on Sunday” thing, because everyone underestimated how much stuff (clothes, in particular) she has, and the level of mess in that bedroom. Once it’s all boxed/bagged up, we’re putting it on the patio (minus the electronics; they’ll stay in the house until she comes to get her things; they don’t need to be outside until then). She’ll have 30 days after that to get her things, and then it’s done until he has the money to hire a divorce attorney.
But yeah. There we are. I don’t think it’s really hit Matthew, yet. He’s been asking the same questions over and over (that we don’t have actual answers for), but there hasn’t been anything yet, like crying, screaming, whatevering. I know that grief’s a process, and it’ll take a while. But it’s going to be unfun for a while, unfortunately.
And for an addition that won’t be seen by Donnie, in particular: if she lectures me one more time about something I’ve said, or how I’ve said it, or really, anything, I might just lose my mind.
I’ve been snappy – to everyone. I don’t think it’s occurred to anyone else in this house, that Madisyn just up and disappearing isn’t fun for me, either. Did I want her married to my son? No. Was I happy that she was making his life miserable? No, I was not. But I’ve spent most of this past year actively trying to like her. Or at least dislike her less. I’d made progress, I thought. And when she was being fun and funny, she was fun to be around. It was when she was stimming that it became less fun (her version of stimming was to walk around smacking the side of her leg, or her ass, or whatever). And her manic (not drug!manic, but still manic) episodes weren’t fun, either. But I was trying. So I’m torn in a thousand different directions over that, PLUS the fact that Matthew is so miserable right now. I’ve been snappy, and I’ve had some meltdowns of my own…very immature meltdowns, I should add. Which I am aware of when they happen, and I’ve been doing my best NOT to throw it on Matthew.
But I am 34 fucking years older than Donnie is. I have been through some major drama of my own, in my life. I have packed and moved more times than years she’s lived. I don’t need her telling me that I can’t keep all the hangers because Madisyn bought them, she was here when they arrived. I wasn’t trying to keep all the hangers. I was separating out the ones that were legitimately mine, and I kept the blue ones so Matthew would have a few to hang HIS things on, should he want to. Also, why would you toss the clothes still on the hangers, into *plastic* trashbags? Where the hangers could poke holes into bags that will be sitting outside for a month? I know that when people move they do that – just toss the stuff into bags or open boxes. *I’ve* done that, when moving. But this isn’t moving. This isn’t the same. But yes, until I pointed that out to her, she was trying to tell me that I was… I don’t know. Doing it wrong? Something.
I was going to wash the dishes, so they would be done (just dinner last night), and also wash the dishes they found while cleaning up the room. But then there was a big deal made about how “I *said* I was going to wash them, Kim. You don’t need to worry about them.”
They’re still sitting in the sink, btw, and I could have long since had them done. I was going to do them, the first time around, at 1p this afternoon. And now there will be dinner dishes, as well.
Anyway, I needed to vent. Thanks for letting me.
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