[Xist]

I have been a pretty good typist since first getting a computer in 1989, although, like with everything, I make more mistakes than I would like.

The Alaskan didn't think I should have a problem dropping everything to pick up her daughters for the first time on my birthday and resented that I didn't act like she was a healthy, responsible, and caring woman.

The thing is, for a week or two I haven't been helping her, I have been helping her daughters, who didn't choose this life.

Was I supposed to ditch her when not only were they not ready to move when she said they would be, but weren't even awake?

I needed to ask to reschedule a session!

I missed that session when she ran out of Mom's house crying over needing to get a mailbox to establish proof of residency and she committed to going to the post office to try to get a mailbox when I went to see my regularly-scheduled client, but just hung out with her girls in a tiny motel room for 3 days until I got a mailbox, mailed her a postcard, and then hand-delivered her proof of residence.

I rarely get to bed before midnight, but I rarely need to wake up before 8. My family always gets to bed well after midnight and may sleep in until 10 or later.

I woke up after 4-5 hours of sleep and watched the girls because they are nice kids.

They don't deserve to spend 4 hours a day on a bus, not when they get a ride to school.

The Alaskan resented that on top of taking care of her daughters, I didn't put far more effort into a dead and doomed relationship than she was.

She didn't talk to me on Xistday. How dare I not talk to her?!

I was only able to sleep 4 hours yesterday before watching the girls. The elder one stayed up all night playing on her phone and when I expected all of us to take naps, they played on their phones and talked, so while I was trying to rest I heard 2 little girls talking, and constant notifications.

I don't know why my brother wakes up and lays down on the couch, but he does, and I needed to ask them to quiet down so he could sleep.

He ended up taking a huge nap, so clearly it wasn't quiet enough for them.

I took the girls to school, used a wire brush on the last foot of the bottom of the shed, and ripped out the rest of the 2x4 on the left side of the shed.

Then I tossed and turned for hours and finally got a couple hours of sleep.

Would you believe that each and every one of these activities just proved what a vile and terrible man I am to the Alaskan?

She said that we needed to talk in-person and showed up when I was waiting to see my one teleclient. She left during the session and messaged me that since I refused to talk to her she is going to make her daughters ride the bus 4 hours a day.
I asked why she would do that to her girls and she wrote "Wrong response."
I replied "Clean out my car and return it by the end of the week. I'm not playing your games anymore."
She started ranting and raving including "I don't play games! You play games" and I responded "Return my car by the end of the week or I will report it stolen."
She kept ranting and raving and, apparently, made her daughters ride the bus for 2 hours this morning.