Children do childish things. They put their favorite toys and blanky into a back pack and say they are going to run away. They make up imaginary friends, because they are lonely or just for fun. The things an imaginative 4 year old child says should be taken with a grain of salt.
Today, I'm under fire because my daughter started packing up her toys and told her grandparents that she is moving where Ashley lives and that Ashley has 2 kids. Of course, her grandparents automatically jumped to the conclusion that I'm moving. I don't know anyone named Ashley that has any kids. Also, Rory has had this imaginary friend named Ashley for over a year now.
Time and again, I have to break my neck to assure my ex's family that I'm not going to tear Rory away from them. I'm tired of it. Why should I have to keep sacrificing my happiness for them? My ex sure the hell wasn't willing to sacrifice anything for me or his daughter. He damn near went to prison for a really long time. Why shouldn't I be able to follow my dreams and opportunities that come my way? I could have a better, more successful life and Bug could grow up somewhere NOT surrounded by potheads and alcoholics.
Everything I do, is for my daughter. I've sacrificed my family, my friends, and a man I loved very much (who loved us both) to keep my daughter close to her dad. And for all that sacrifice, he spends roughly 8-12 hours with her a week. By choice. A father isn't whose DNA you share, its who is there and who cares.
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