May 2010

Livid.

by Jessica on May 25, 2010

If you have been reading my blog for a while, you probably know about my father drama. In a nutshell, he’s an alcoholic that refuses to admit he has a problem or seek out professional help. If you want the full story click here and here to catch up on the whole ridiculous saga.

I just got an email from him a minute ago, and felt compelled to share this absurdity with y’all because I am SEETHING. For a tiny bit of background info, my grandmother (his mom aka “Ma-ma”) called me just before my brother’s graduation two weekends ago to tell me that my dad was still drinking and that it was getting worse. This after he “promised” to stop drinking and get help. I told her that if he showed up drunk to the grad party, he would most certainly NOT be holding Knox. Apparently, she really likes to divulge the content of private phone conversations, since this is the second time she has thrown me under the bus with him (and last, by the way… no more commiserating with her for me! Further conversations with her will consist of “yes”, “no” and “I understand”).

This is what he sent me (grammatical errors and all):

Jessica,
Why can’t you talk to me? My mother has told me of the things you have said about me. How dare you say the things about me and that you do not want me to hold you’re baby(MY GRANDCHILD) I am really upset about this.

I’m still you’re dad,

(Signed with his full name)

This, in itself, is pretty depressing because my dad is SMART. At least, he was smart before the alcohol rotted his brain. We’re talking genius IQ levels… what a freaking waste.

Here is my response:

Dad,

I am sick of this. I have talked to you. It did no good, obviously. What I told Ma-ma (when she called ME to complain about you continuing to drink all the time) is that I would not have you hold Knox in that state. That is what I said. And do not try to take possession of MY CHILD. It’s infuriating.

I don’t know what you expect me to say in response to this. That I am sorry? I am only sorry that you can’t seem to stop drinking and are ruining your own life and your relationship with your family. That’s all I am sorry about.

I do love you, and yes, you are my father, but I will not have any further interaction with you until you go to rehab. You cannot do this on your own, and you need to have professional help. I cannot continue to do this over and over again, and I won’t.

Jessica Full Name

If that seemed harsh, I can assure you, it’s not nearly harsh enough. This man has caused me more pain and aggravation that I care to recount, and you know what? I am done with it. And the whole “MY GRANDCHILD” thing? Don’t even, man. He has seen Knox maybe four times since he has been born. He has never cared about me or having a relationship with me past his own selfish motives, so he doesn’t need to feign an interest in Knox. He is using him for his own twisted satisfaction. He has always loved to brag about his kids (and now grandson) to other people to make himself look good when he was in no way responsible for how any of us turned out. We’re good people in spite of him, not because of him. I could rant all day, but I’ll go ahead and stop there. I’ve tried and tried, and you know… I am tired.

I am now awaiting his response. Should be good… I’m sure that somehow, this will all end up being “my” fault.

Update:
Here is his response, I didn’t reply, and I will not.

Hello,
You need to speak to me and stop talking to others. I am getting my life in shape. It seems that everyone wants to ridicule me. Give me a break! I love you. You should talk to me ME and stop talking to my mother! She has enough to worry about. All of this has been blown completely out of proportion. Knox is my grandchild and I want to see him. I promise you that I will be sober when I see him. It seems to me that it’s almost like a conspiracy against me. I have done so much for you. You know it.
Dad

Good grief, with the conspiracies! When we used to go on vacation and get stuck in traffic, it was a “conspiracy” or “God was punishing” him. Can we say SELF-INVOLVED?? He’s the most selfish, narcissistic person I have ever met. And I’d love to see an itemized list of all that he’s done for me. It’d be a short list that consisted solely of “provided half of genes.”

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Q to the A

by Jessica on May 25, 2010

Because work is insane this week and my brain has turned into mush, let’s do a Q&A, shall we? I did one WAY back a long time ago, but I figure since there is a new batch of readers following me, y’all may have some questions. Ask away, I’ll answer anything you’d like to know. For real, anything (as long as it’s not really gross… but I probably still would answer it).

I am posting a winner to the giveaway tomorrow morning, so don’t forget to get your entries in before then! You WANT that monogrammed tote bag!!

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The weekend in Charleston was awesome. Although we did have to bring enough stuff to fill our whole car for one measly night away from home, it was still very nice and relaxing. Knox slept the entire way there (unheard of!) and the whole way back, for that matter. Usually he makes it a max of 20 minutes in the car before letting loose, so this was quite thrilling for Trevor and I. He also decided to sleep through the night when we were down there! I don’t know what exactly happened to cause this, but I am convinced Knox loves Charleston as much as his parents do, and this is evidence that we need to live there. We also got to hang out with our friends, Lauren and John, that moved to Charleston a while back, so that was a lot of fun.

We went to the beach bright and early for the pictures on Sunday morning, and of all days, Knox decided to be stoic on family portrait day. After about an hour, I decided to feed him again to try to perk him up (breastfeeding on the beach makes for sandy nipples… just so you know) and that helped a little. After endless baby talking and face-making, he finally cracked a couple smiles, but I don’t know how many pictures we’ll actually get where he doesn’t look peeved. The photographers (who I adore) assured me that we got some great stuff. Regardless, we had a fantastic time playing on the beach, and I can’t wait to see how the pictures came out!

This coming weekend, my stepdad invited us to go “boating” with him. He has a huge boat docked on the coast, and I told him we’d go but the boat would have to remain stationary. I think four months old is a bit too soon to be boating on the ocean, life jacket or not! He’s okay with hanging out in the marina and enjoying the city, so that’s the plan. We are trying to find dog-sitters and regaining our strength to prepare for another busy weekend!

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Free Stuff Friday: Miss Lucy’s Monograms

by Jessica on May 21, 2010

Monograms to a Southern chick are a very serious obsession. If you travel South of the Mason Dixon, you’ll suddenly be bombarded with initials everywhere you turn. On bags, on cars, on sheets. This is why I am mucho excited about this giveaway. I love monograms. Love. Love. Love. Enter Miss Lucy’s Monograms. This is a store I could spend my whole paycheck in. Everything they sell is adorable, and on top of that (here’s the good part), each item gets monogrammed for FREE! How awesome is that? Definitely check out their site, guys, and while you’re at it, check out the precious Miss Lucy- she’s an adorable, fluffy rescue dog. You’ll just melt over her sweetness. And look how cute their products are:

I got my order from Miss Lucy’s in this week, and I cannot begin to tell you how excited I was to pull this out of the adorable pink, green and paw print packaging:

There are no words.

This adorable tote is now acting as Knox’s diaper bag, considering his affinity for all things black and white. Yes, the inside is pink, but it’s okay…Knox can pull it off. :)

Here is the good news: One of you is going to win a tote of their very own! The winner of today’s giveaway will get to pick whatever tote they wish (isn’t that so considerate of Miss Lucy?!) and get their choice of monogramming. There are a ton of options to customize your tote however your little heart desires. If you’d like to win (who wouldn’t?!), then here’s what you can do to enter (you can do one, two, three or all):

1) Tell me what tote you’d love to win from Miss Lucy’s Monogramming (HERE) (One entry- leave one comment)
2) Vote for me on Top Mommy Blogs (CLICK HERE) (One entry- leave one comment)
3) Tweet or blog about this giveaway and link to me (@southbellebaby on twitter) (One entry- leave one comment)

That’s all! I’ll post a winner on Wednesday morning, so you have until then to enter. Enjoy your Friday and have a great weekend!!

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Knox’s Theme Songs

by Jessica on May 20, 2010

Knox loves it when we sing to him. He has, however, been blessed with parents that can’t carry a tune in a bucket. But that doesn’t stop us from belting out an original song or two (or ten). Trevor is a very….erm, “creative” songwriter. For our entire relationship, he has serenaded me with his musical masterpieces that generally 1) do not rhyme 2) do not make sense and 3) I absolutely adore. I usually burst into laughter before he can finish singing, and after a bad day, he never fails to make me smile. This is his latest creation:

Strong Knox
My
My little Knox
He is strong
Strong as an ox
He will tear
Open a caaardboaaard box
Cardboard box!

The best part of this song is the twangy cowboy voice he sings it in. Knox loves it, and he generally stops crying when he hears it and smiles. And it makes me laugh, too! I swear, I need to record these into a “Trevor’s Greatest Hits” album.

When Knox was younger, he would cry and I would try to sing to calm him down. However, when the moment was upon me, my mind would go totally blank aside from one thing: The Barney Song. ::dies:: That darn song!! My little sister was obsessed with Barney, and after listening to that freaking song for a good five years in a row, I kind of despise it. So I decided to do a rewrite on the spur of the moment using the same tune, which is how my dorky song for Knox came into existence.

The Knox Song
Mommy loves Knox
His Daddy is a fox
One day you’ll fill your pockets with rocks
And you’ll play outside and throw a football
Our favorite guy is cute and small!

There you have it: two of our silly made-up tunes for our little guy. We may sound like dying cats when we sing them, but he doesn’t mind a bit!

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