Well, I went and spent the weekend in New Orleans with my friend Rocky. I hadn't seen him in about 17 years. He was the same old Rocky. Totally hyper. His friend Johnny B. was more my speed. I liked him a lot. We arrived Friday, I took Marc and Blair with me, and that evening the kids had managed to lock the keys in the car. Marc says it's totally his fault. Well, Most of the day Saturday was devoted to getting said keys out of the car, and we finally had to get a locksmith over to do it. I owe Rocky $40 for that. So we decided Sunday to go to the cemeteries. That was the main purpose of my trip. I wanted to go to St. Louis #1 and pay my respects to Marie Laveau. She was THE Voodoo queen of New Orleans. I got a pic of a painting of her from the Voodoo Museum.
I had even made some special votive candles to light at her grave. Well, unbeknownst to me, the cemeteries now have hours. They are open 8 am to 3 pm Monday thru Saturday, 8 am to Noon on Sunday. I can tell you I was very upset when I found this out. We had decided to leave Sunday afternoon, late, cause it's easier for me to drive at night. Otherwise the glare off the road tends to give me horrible headaches. So my whole purpose in going to New Orleans (other than to visit with Rocky) was blown. I get back and my youngest daughter, Nina starts harassing me by email about how I've ruined her life and taken her friends away. What's really happened is that I told her I was having the state police monitor her online conversations with her friends because she had told her older sister some really weird crap about one of her friends being a vampire princess and this guy being an angel and how he had told her that her right arm was evil and that she had the powers of an elemental. Totally bizarre. I called to ask her what was going on and she proceeded to cuss me out. And then I guess she told grandma all about how Blair and I were out to get her and that Blair was making all this up, etc. So my mom has been threatening and hostile to me, while Nina goes about her life relatively unsupervised at the age of 13. Nina doesn't accept that she has caused her own problems. She has to blame somebody else all the time. I'm about sick of it. I'm torn between wanting to kill myself and talking to DCFS about putting her in foster care. I have been doing the best I can under the circumstances but neither she nor my mom seem to appreciate that. My mom has a superior knack of not only invalidating me but making me feel as if I am the worst person in history. She accuses me of being manipulative and mean but it's actually her that's the manipulative and mean one. She can't see it tho. She never learned to look at things very objectively. She sees things the way she wants to and if that's not how things are then YOU are wrong, not her. It's no wonder I have a tentative grasp on sanity.