I have stepped back, Susie. And I told her I was...because of the stories. I didn't have time to chase her lies anymore. I told her once in the fall I was proud of her for largely keeping up with her work the first half of the first quarter when the first grade checks were sent home. That's been it. I've said nothing else to her. I happened to have gotten an email with her grades just before 2 brooms was here praising her for the honor roll, and I simply told husband then, I don't want to hear about it. She's failing...there's nothing to praise her for...keep it out of our house or at least out of my earshot. I don't wanna hear it.
If I didn't go, I wouldn't tell a soul the real reason why. It certainly wouldn't be a "stand" or a "statement" to anyone else. It would simply be for myself...if I am going to remain married to husband, I have to find a way to live with this bs, in my own mind and skin; its like her band concerts that we stopped going to. She refused to practice, she was failing BAND for crying out loud (how do you fail band), every year, she'd say she hated it, fight about going to the concert (because she didn't want to) and wanted to quit, but then never fail 3 days later she'd enroll for the next year, and her mom would say "well, maybe this year will be better" - those last 2 years we didn't even bother going to the concert. She couldn't play the instrument, anyway. And if I do go, I won't be doing the whole "I'm so proud of you" thing. I told her I was proud of her the first quarter when she largely kept up with her work. Ain't said a word since.
And Susie, that's exactly it...I believe silence is acceptance. So I go, and my stomach churns as grandma gives her yet another $20 for all her hard work...blah blah blah...I can hide a lot....I can't hide my disgust with that woman any more, no matter how hard I try.
husband isn't big on this stuff....I'm hoping HE just won't want to go, and I can follow suit.
And yes, Jena, she is below passing in 2 classes, but she's on the B honor roll. Figure that one out.
PS - husband told her to make koolaid last night. She got the pitcher, poured the packet in, an stirred. He asked if she was going to put sugar in it. "Oh" she said "didn't know it needed that". So she got out the sugar, which has a 3/4 cup scoop in it. She absent-mindedly scooped 2 heaping scoops into the koolaid then asked husband if that was enough. He told her to read the directions. She looked at them a bit, then just put stuff away. I promise you she does not know that 3/4 + 3/4 = 1 1/2 cups, nor did she make any attempt to figure it out.
A few weeks ago she was playing Guess Who with Wee. Its a little kids' game with cards of different people's pictures. Each person draws a card and you have to figure out who the other person has by process of elimination (is your person a boy or a girl? do they have blue eyes? etc til you figure out which person they are). Wee narrowed her person down to 2 people, and she was neither of them. They started to argue so I stepped in and was asking her questions...She'd told Wee her person was a girl when he asked earlier in the game, so I asked her to just tell me who her person was. She replied "M-A-T-T". She spelled it to me. She didn't read it, and hadn't read it. And that's how she functions...
I should probably go, but I really don't want to. Allowing this to happen to her should be criminal. And I'm not upset with her. When she's 20 and expects me to fill her gas tank, I will be.