Monday, April 21, 2014
It is that time again. The time we go to Christophers school and talk with teachers about next year (this will be the last). It is undecided if I will go or not, I always decide at the last minute if I think I can handle it or not. These meetings in the past before we moved were awful on me, teachers would use words that would hurt me. Yes some of them would do it to be hurtful while other teachers would say "you have now used that word 16 times are you going for 20, she's already in tears"! That was about the time hubby would send me outside. I would walk to my oldest daughters class instead while crying, (she was 3 years ahead of him), she would see me, and her teacher was nice she would say "go I think mom needs you). She would come running, she was always the strong one. I worried that I would depend on her to much due to being a single mom married to a jerk for the 1st 6 years of her life. Problem now is for this meeting she's at work and I don't think her bosses at Walmart will be so nice if I come in bawling. This school has been better but the memories are so strong, sometimes I panic and can't go, then hubby goes alone, I feel bad but she swears she doesn't mind and understands.