Thought of the day… er, yesterday

Faith is a personal sentiment. If we are judging and criticizing others, we aren’t investigating ourselves. Just show love and kindness to others. Don’t tell them how to think or to feel…

I was using my love for my daughter as an analogy:

Do you know I love Alyssa?

Of course.

How? Do I tell you regularly and/or make efforts to convince you?

No, you’re constantly focused on her when you have her, and showing her you love her. She’s always dressed so cute and you’re always doing fun, educational stuff with her.

Moral of the story: let your faith, morals, and ethics guide who you are and who you want to be. Convincing people that “you are right, etc” does nothing but cause arduous disputes. “A city on a hill can not be hidden.” Matthew 5:14

Chapter is closing

I don’t know what to tell you, Mike. I completely understand, they have moved on without me and are being manipulated by their dad, like I was when I was Emma’s age. Maybe they will love me when they are in their 30’s and can see that ALL HE HAS DONE FOR 4 YEARS IS PROVOKE ME WITHOUT ACCEPTING RESPONSIBILITY. He’s by no means perfect, so he needs to stop pointing the finger. His daughters will ultimately be punished when they never get to know their brother. Instead of suing me for money (while you live with mommy and daddy and drive an Audi) be a respectful father and have a civil conversation with their mother. Then, you won’t have to have Brad stalk me. The drama is ALL on your side.

I wish you girls the best. I cherish the happy memories before this atrocious war started.

Please, don’t ever forget our kitchen parties with cake pops, pie pops, donut pops, and whatever we could come up with. We used to experiment with what we could make in the waffle maker.

It’s weird if you don’t understand that I woke up from a coma with NOTHING (no baby, no house, no car, no job) and the guy that sat by my side the whole time didn’t want anything to do with me. Took my girls away when I cried. He then joined forces with my ex boyfriend to (try) and take my baby.

Since that time, I have been consistently provoked. Constant death threats, being put down by the fathers of my daughters. NO I HAVE NOT HANDLED IT WELL. Your dad has made NO EFFORT to make things better (or even communicate with me in 3 years), he has done nothing but provoke, degrade, and try to eliminate me. He has been successful.

I will always love you. Remember the good times.

You haven’t always hated me.

One step forward, two steps back

As I have stated before, I have a lot to be thankful for.

It is rough this Christmas, though.

The court orders have made it so that I won’t get to spend time with my older daughters and my parents. My parents were put into a position where it was either with me, or my girls. My parents chose the girls. I have never, really, been close to my family, as I was adopted. I am not accustomed to this scenario.

My ex-husband is and has done everything to eliminate me out of my daughters lives, and he has been pretty successful. What’s hard though is before my wreck, I had full-custody of them (and didn’t even realize). I got along with their dad (as long as I told him what he wanted to hear). He, unfortunately, is very manipulative, and he’s fashioning my daughters in that direction. He is doing EVERYTHING he can to fight the judges order for therapy between my daughters and I. I want therapy. I want things to get better, he doesn’t. I have no idea what I can do to get things on the right path. I feel as though everything I do is wrong. I will keep praying.

My youngest daughter’s father is somewhat mature and reasonable. There has been an increasing number of people affiliated with his circle that have been going out of their way to harass me. I don’t know what I can do to avoid this. I don’t want to get off of Facebook. I’m debating getting a new phone number just so these people will not be able to contact me. Between the multiple fake fb accounts and random numbers messaging me, they are driving me to mental exhaustion. Again, I will need to pray for guidance.

I know I have a lot of baggage. Between court orders to see my kids, and the fact that I don’t get along with people, I am alienated from my family this Christmas season.

I’m so very thankful for a great church with many of the members to call family, and I have some other great friends I can really depend on.

I know this blog isn’t going to help things, but I’m just frustrated that I seem to be the only one that wants things to get better. My family (Denise, namely) possesses the mentality to block what you don’t like, to be happy. I can’t do that because every time I block people, they just create a new fake account.

I will keep praying for my daughters and my exes.

I just have to appreciate my family: Alyssa, baby boy (due 5/2019), and my close friends/church family.

Merry Christmas

Thanks for stopping by

My world watching Supergirl as I type 🥰

Scriptures to look at

Matthew 7:1-5
“Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.

John 8:7

When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.” 

Luke 6:35

But love your enemies, do good to them, and lend to them without expecting to get anything back. Then your reward will be great, and you will be children of the Most High, because he is kind to the ungrateful and wicked. 

James 4:11-12

Brothers and sisters, do not slander one another. Anyone who speaks against a brother or sister or judges them speaks against the law and judges it. When you judge the law, you are not keeping it, but sitting in judgment on it. There is only one Lawgiver and Judge, the one who is able to save and destroy. But you—who are you to judge your neighbor?

Romans 2:1

You, therefore, have no excuse, you who pass judgment on someone else, for at whatever point you judge another, you are condemning yourself, because you who pass judgment do the same things.

Romans 12:16-18

Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited. Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everyone. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.

1 Corinthians 6:1-6

If any of you has a dispute with another, do you dare to take it before the ungodly for judgment instead of before the Lord’s people? Or do you not know that the Lord’s people will judge the world? And if you are to judge the world, are you not competent to judge trivial cases? Do you not know that we will judge angels? How much more the things of this life! Therefore, if you have disputes about such matters, do you ask for a ruling from those whose way of life is scorned in the church? I say this to shame you. Is it possible that there is nobody among you wise enough to judge a dispute between believers? But instead, one brother takes another to court—and this in front of unbelievers!

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1 John 2:9

Those who say that they are in the light but hate other believers are still in the dark.

Matthew 5:11

Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account.

Revelation 21:8

But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death.

If you can’t say something nice, keep your pie-hole shut :)

Despite people’s efforts to message mean derogatory things, I need to keep my head up. Yes it hurts me and I have lashed out, but I have to set a good example for Alyssa.

As easy as it is to resort to childish games, and pregnancy hormones kicking it in making it even easier, I need to reflect on what I’ve done and go a different path.

My youngest and I, like to keep our time together about us. When we are together, I am working on saying positive things about the people in her life. I can’t say that I’ve always abided by that philosophy, but I’m human. I’ve gotten very mean and disturbing texts. Cyber bullying is a very serious and scary thing that people deal with on a daily basis. I would hate it if anybodies’ children received the messages that I have. My hormones did not lead to react the way I should have. As an adult, I need to just delete, and move on. I shouldn’t partake and fall into the trap.

My youngest needs to learn that it isn’t okay to call people names. As much as I dislike certain individuals, and I know the feeling is mutual, I need to keep things civil and respectful. I know we are never going to get along. My daughter takes after me in so many ways, that I need to always remember to show kindness, even if it’s super difficult for me to do. There some steps that I need to take to make sure she only knows kindness. I don’t want her to pick up negativity.

Somethings in my household just don’t need to be talked about. When people give mommy bad juju, it affects everyone around her. Alyssa and I will remain steadfast in focusing on the relationship that we are building, and when we are together, we will only focus on what we can do to spread kindness and happiness, despite other’s intentions to troll me and get me worked up.

I implemented a new rule today, certain names are not to be mentioned. It was not received well by her dad.

Stephanie when she was young and Alyssa at 2 😊

So here is the request: I would like suggestions and feedback about my approach.

Am I being childish by not wanting good, bad, or indifferent commented in her and my house? Yes, the rule only applies to inside of our house.

Thank you for reading and feedback is appreciated!

12/14/2018 update sent to Stephanie from a friend:

I’m thankful for life!

Today, I’m thankful for the woman God has made me, but

I have a lot to be thankful for.

I’m thankful for the friends I have. I had many friends that invited me to share thanksgiving with them (and their family, if applicable) today, and I chose to stay with my dear friends and their daughter, out of town. I had the opportunity to work, and I chose not to, because spending time with those dear to my heart was more important than the almighty dollar. I chose not to take advantage of economical savings (black Friday deals) for that reason. Unfortunately, some in my daughter’s life do not share that same view. I pray that my daughters know that family is most important, and their mother has learned where her priorities are.

One word: nom. And thankfulness. And friends. And love. Ok a lot of words…

I also pray for forgiveness toward the fathers of my daughters. I say I have forgiven them often, but unfortunately, I have not. They have caused irreparable damage for many people, including those dear to my heart. It’s not that I harbor hatred for them, it’s more bitterness and confusion because of the manipulative things they have done to me, and those I hold dear– including my daughters. I’m not confident I will ever respect them, but I do not want to harbor hate… even harboring bitterness, alone, would be a strong improvement.

Unfortunately, they counteract what they say and project, consistently, and by them doing that, it makes me feel more of a negative indifference toward them. I simply wish they’d stop fighting/being so negative towards me to make it easier on everyone, but after all this time… all these years… they still continue. What could’ve been smooth and easy, was thrown away. We, all, don’t have to like each other to be fair and raise our children, but by trying to cut the other parent off completely and refusing any extra time with them (ie major holidays) will only farther hurt the children, and unfortunately, justify my judgment.

I made an extra effort to help my friends, today, mainly so they could focus on enjoying their family time… because that is the utmost priority to me.

I’m blessed with the ability to create my own schedule, and for many years, I put that schedule ahead of my family. Unfortunately, I was very materialistic. I did not feel appreciated at home- I tried to fill the void in our marriage with stuff. We may have looked like a ‘picture perfect’ family, but I was consumed with depression and I didn’t handle it well. We, both, put on a very convincing act toward the world… and each other. The reason I got married was not justifiable from a rational standpoint. I was barely 20 and had a personality disorder that prevented me from making rational choices. I had a baby with a boy= so I had to create the dreams I wanted with that boy to have my dream family 🚫🤦‍♀️. Black or white mentality. Him or no family. I remember sobbing hysterically to my ex-sister-in-law the morning of my wedding in the spare bedroom of my parents home. I’ll never forget. It was summed-up as pre-marital jitters. I DID NOT WANT TO MARRY HIM. After our marriage, we did become ‘best-friends‘, but we never really had an emotional or physical connection, which lead to being unfaithful with each other. We still looked like ‘a perfect family’. After about a decade, I divorced him with the opportunity to have another husband/dream life, which was a horrific mistake. I was escaping an abdominal situation for an abhorrent path. Live and learn, they say.

A majority of my life, I was trying to create something that shouldn’t have needed to be created. It should have occurred genuinely.

Skip to shortly before therapy- I almost lost my life and woke-up from a coma very depressed. My ex-husband sat by my side, waiting for me to die. Of course, he put on a good act of looking concerned. Let’s face it: he wouldn’t have did a complete 180 degree turn in a couple weeks from being concerned, to putting an outright atrocious war. He put on that same ‘fake-personality’ act a majority of our marriage, until I found out he had lost his job for committing a sexual-act with a minor employee. Dumbfounded. He also hid a drug-addiction, for years, that he confessed to while drunk with my daughters asleep in his home. All the ajax in the world won’t clean our dirty laundry.

After being rejected by him once I was discharged from rehabilitation, I became consumed with trying to please a random guy. Because of my personality disorder, I assumed I could create a perfect family. Almost like a toddler, I said “mommy, daddy, baby… family”False. We had different paths. I lied to him on multiple occasions to please him. Once I started going to therapy, things ended abruptly with he and I. My youngest daughter was born of that disaster. ❤️

Looking back- I would not have changed a thing.

My life would be dramatically different if I had received proper therapy in my adolescence, but I would not be blessed with my beautiful daughters.

So, in closing, I’m thankful for the woman I have become. I am perfectly content with the person I am today. More than likely, if you don’t like me, you haven’t had a civil conversation with me in quite a while/if ever, or you’re not a respectable person, yourself 🐕. Or any friends/family of such people. If you don’t like me, it really doesn’t matter a whole lot, because as my daughters pointed out the other night, God is the only person I have to please, and myself.

Thank you for visiting, and to those of you who are there for me and have helped me to get to who I am today, thank you.

Wow, this was a lot longer than I expected. Thanks for bearing with me!!

Needs to be said

So my oldest daughter asked me if I ever loved her dad. Well, let me start from the beginning. I was a 17-year old server he, as a manager, took into the office and seduced, and later introduced me to marijuana before taking my virginity. I later found out he was married. He was pretty dependent on drugs and alcohol (which he would give to our Yorkshire terrier, Lucy, that ended her life). I was leaving him when he got me pregnant, with our oldest. I started attending the ‘church’ that I previously mentioned, New Hope, which told me that unless I got married, I was going to burn in Hell, so being a scared 20 year-old afraid of going to hell, I married him. I will never forget crying to my sister-in-law-to-be the morning of the wedding saying that I didn’t want to. It was summed up as premarital jitters, but I honestly despised him and his family. Over the course of time, we became “best friends”, never lovers, and lived a happy life as such, or so I had thought, until he was terminated from his job as general manager of Denny’s Diner due to being sexually inappropriate with underage servers. Imagine that. We remained friends, as if nothing had changed, until my accident. He had sat by my side EVERY DAY while I was in a coma, and when I had somewhat recovered, I was very depressed and wanted a family, again. He didn’t want to leave his 22(?) year old (previous employee) girlfriend and I didn’t take the rejection well. He then filed for custody of my older daughters, which outside of a month or so, I had residential custody of.

I get to see them 1 hour a week, and they have pretty much sided with their dad on all of the turmoil we have been through. I am gradually accepting they don’t want me in their life.

What bothers me, is my youngest, which is no relation to him, gets to spend so much time with him and his mother. They both HATE ME and that’s not an environment I want my daughter in. She talks about the two of them, more than her dad and his girlfriend. I’m thankful she gets to spend so much time with her sisters, but it’s probably confusing to her as to why she rarely sees us together. I regret ever going on a date with him. Everything I acquired since I have met him, is gone. He has taken my oldest daughters from me, he has shattered every good memory, all I can do is try to forget the hell he has put me through since the day we met. The good memories are going out, as well. I will never “forget” my older 2 daughters, but I’m learning to live without them. It’s not fair, but I’m creating a new life with new memories with my daughter and the child I’m expecting.

I answered my daughter by reiterating that when I was depressed after my wreck, I was post-diagnosed with a personality disorder, one I had unknowingly most of my life, that caused me to try to create what i wanted in life: marriage will give me eternal salvation, I can make a family with a guy and kids, etc. No. the woman I am after being released from therapy realizes I never loved him. In fact, I couldn’t stand him. I actually filed for divorce 3 times before I actually followed through, but my personality disorder told me not to think about those thoughts and pursue the “happy family” mentality. I actually had to become engaged to another guy to divorce him because I was mentally weak and was focused on “guy/girl/kids/dog=family”.

I will always love my older daughters, but I have to respect they side with their dad. They don’t need a mom, because their dad and grandma fill my shoes. They don’t want me in their life, or they could make it happen. I was told they told the judge they don’t want me in their life.

There are 3 sides to every story: his, mine, and the truth. Unfortunately, their dad and their grandmother are gasoline to the fire of my destruction…. but they are christians. Interesting.

Falling-up

Hi everyone! It’s been a while since I have posted. I have been very busy with the love of my life, Alyssa. We have so much fun together and I find ways to educate her while I’m playing with her.

Something has been on my mind quite a bit lately: the decade+ I spent in a fake religion.

I have been attending a church for about half of a year, and it has showed me how different faith is from religion.

The church I attended for most of my adulthood, New Hope Full Gospel, had me brainwashed into what I thought was faith. I’m not, necessarily, blaming them, I’m blaming myself for allowing that to happen. There are things now that have showed me that I was materialistic as I was attending there.

Example: they had a series about how secular music will cause your soul to go to hell, so we had to burn everything secular-music related to be approved by the congregation. In Numbers 22 God used a donkey to speak to His child, so why can’t He use a series of musical notes to speak to me? Irregardless of the spiritual faith of the composer, which I don’t necessarily know, if I feel a connection to Him, how is that not spiritually fulfilling and enriching my life? Instead of trying to research, assume, and judge the faith of particular musicians, maybe I should focus on mistakes I have made recently and how to repair them, if possible. Maybe I should try to hear what he is saying to me.

The disappointment from that church I attended for almost 2 decades put a negative connotation on my faith, I’m embarrassed to say. It’s not just my ex-husband and his family/friends, but even the pastor and his family. I found out that because he is friends with my ex-husbands old attorney, he blocked me on Facebook. It’s irrelevant that I went to him asking for spiritual help, he was friendly with me/prayed with me, and then started drama with his friend.

The church I am attending now has been doing a series on things that drive us crazy.

This drives me absolutely crazy. ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Hypocrisy:

Uneducated judgment: aka ignorance

JUDGING A PERSON DOES NOT DEFINE WHO THEY ARE.

It defines who you are.

So in conclusion, thank you to my past family (church or not) for judging me and dismissing me. I love you all and wish you the best, and will not bother you with my presence. 😊 I have a great amount of friends that love me and people depend on since you have “picked your side”, or whatever.

Thanks for stopping by! 😘😘😘

I love you, mostest! ✨

I love the routine I have with my youngest, Princess Peach/Pipsqueak

We spend most of our days drawing and giggling, doing random and scheduled activities, and hanging out with her friends and their parents. It makes me sad we don’t hang out with her sister-from-another-mister Tegan and her brother-from-another-mother Boo (Malakai) as much as we’d like to. They both hold the position as BFF’s. Their parents have a 3-way tie with BFF with her Momma. 😘

I think we are going to COSI tomorrow… haven’t decided. I’ll ask her in the morning. I have a feeling her answer will be yes. 🤷‍♀️

She has become quite a bit better with dance, she is in dance lessons every week.

We went to art camp at the local museum. We couldn’t do all of the days (not saying why, but you can take a guess… 🤦‍♀️) but they days we did go were quite entertaining.

We go see Mammaw and Pappaw to bug them quite often 😘 My parents are such good grandparents and I know for a fact (at least) Alyssa loves having them as grandparents very much.

We go to church on Sunday morning. We go a little early to have a snack in the HeBrews cafe. Alyssa has fruit and hard-boiled eggies 🥚 and I have… coffee ☕️. You guessed it.

We have been continuing to work on sign-language and I’m very proud of how well she is doing.

I love being her mother and I LOVE LOVE LOVE the 4 glorious days a week I get with her. I can’t wait to start our new plan next week where I will have her 4 days uninterrupted every other week with her!!! My heart is so full every moment she is in my life! When I’m not with her, my heart is happy, because I know that I am her “1 mom“. I ask her who her momma is and she taps on my torso and says “momma! ☝️one momma.”

I will never forget 2 dates: May 2, 2016 at 1:10am (her birth) and April 4, 2018 at 11:24am (the first day of her new life)!

So our routine:

Before her dada comes to pick her up

  • She gets a bathie (with colors and bubbles, of course)
  • She gets all primped with her Orange Blossom Honey lotion and puts on her jammies
  • We eat dinner or a snack (normally involving eggies or noodles, her 2 favorite foods
  • We sing our song, 1000 oceans (she ‘knows’ all of the words and sings along 😍)
  • We go outside to swing and read our book, If You Were My Bunny (unless it’s too rainy for an umbrella and we have to come inside😭)
  • When dada comes, I say, “I love you!” She says, “I love you, more!” I reply, “I love you, most!” She replies, “I love you, more-mostest!” as they are leaving. She didn’t today, I’m assuming because her dad’s girlfriend was there and she feels the tension her and I have. Unfortunately, I don’t see the tension leaving the scene anytime soon, but I have no control over it and the person that does refuses to hold anyone other than me accountable. 🙄

So in conclusion, I’m so lucky that God used me to create His gift to the world: Alyssa Copelynn.

Thanks for reading! Come again, soon!!

I miss my Emma and Lily

I’m so excited that I have got to spend more time with my youngest, but it doesn’t repair the fact that I am completely alienated from my older two daughters.

I enjoy life with my youngest, they enjoy life with my youngest, but we’ve never get to enjoy life together.

I would love to take them to the zoo, I would love to take them to COSI, I would love to take them to a waterpark, recreational park, hiking, swimming, gym, I would love to do anything with the three of them together.

It is been brought to my attention that they are not interested in having more time with me. Their father filed a motion asking to cease the one hour I get a week with them, because that’s what they want.

I find that hard to believe because I enjoy and love the time with my daughters so much. Do they really hate me? Have I really been that bad of a mom? Their paternal family has almost completely alienated them from their maternal family, myself included, so why would they want a mom? Their lives are completely fine without one, or so they are led to believe.

I’m heartbroken because I have lost so much time with my daughters and they have moved on without me... I’m out of their lives. There’s no reparation that they are interested in. There’s nothing I can do to show them I’m not the monster they believe I am. There’s nothing I can do to show them I have loved them since before they were born. I have done everything I could to provide them with a happy future, but they have moved on without me. I was never perfect, and I made mistakes. I’m sorry for the mistakes that I have made.

There are no second chances with them, and I’m heartbroken.

I am trying to raise money for psychological evaluations… I need help. I simply don’t have the funds. I want to be able to go to therapy with my daughters to be the mom they need, but I’m so alienated, I don’t even know what that is.

Please help me to help them.

I guess I should focus on my youngest and wait for my older daughters to decide if they want a mother.

Sorry for the heartbroken blog, but I have realized I failed at being a mother, twice, but I won’t fail with Alyssa. Maybe I will meet my Prince Charming and have the family I’ve always dreamed of, but for now it’s just Alyssa and I.

Thank you for stopping and come again soon.