I’ve seen every side of my girl now. I visited her in the hospital every single day this past week, sometimes visiting 2 or 3 times per day. I was also in court with her because I wanted to make sure that everything was going to be ok for her. She got off easy, which is good.
Yesterday I went into the hospital and had printed out the life card thing I found on the Internet. Her life card based on her birthday turns out to be the Queen of Diamonds. According to the description, the Queen of Diamond life is so tragic and filled with difficulties, which aligns with the life she’s told me about. Her mom was adopted and she never met her father. Her mom died at the age of 45. I won’t go into details, but apparently, the only person in her family she has left in the world happens to be a multi-millionaire who she has a great relationship with, and her family hates her because nobody else in the family (relatives) has the relationship as she does with her grandfather.
So, back to yesterday, we went into the Family Room to listen to my CD and she ended up getting angry at me. We were listening to my Believe It, which she loves, but she was trying to tell me that smoking and alcohol are not vices. That wasn’t why she was angry though. She was mentioning about doing all these drugs and I asked her if she expected to get her child back from foster care if she kept up with that lifestyle. She told me last week that she wanted a 2-bedroom apartment for her and her child. But today she said she put him up for adoption. And she told me not to speak to her like that. Seriously, how else do you expected to be talked. I told her weed and alcohol is OK, but lay off the crystal meth and all that other shit. I guess it’s my fault for bringing her child into the conversation, but I thought she made it clear that she were to get him back. WTF
I felt bad cuz I walked away yesterday without getting a hug goodbye.