I’m strong. So strong. I’ve dealt with things some people go a whole life and never have to face. Most days I handle it like a champ. The crazy ex wife. The racist in laws. The other grandparents who (this just in… HATE me now) decided I’m horrible too. Never in my life have I felt so much hate. I guess it would’ve been better for me to have never gotten involved with my step children. I should’ve let mom and dad do their thing and never stepped in. But since that’s not the decision I made- now I am an easy target for blame. I’m over it. I’m so over it. Did I mention I’m over it? On one hand, I feel that everything in my life is so complete. I’m finally surrounded by the people and activities and hobbies I have always envisioned. I’m making a difference in my small corner of the world. On the other hand, I feel trapped. I’m stuck in this nightmare of a family. I’m connected with the same last name as a bunch of ingnorant, racist, naive, insane people. Most days I smile and persevere. Today, I just can’t.