Why am I always the bad guy?

Because it is getting pretty fucking old. I don't really give a fuck who wants to see my kids and who thinks they are entitled to see my kids on their terms. News flash everyone, they are mine and Derrick's. That means that we make the rules. Period. If I have to leave on business and I want them here until I leave and here the second I get back, that is what is going to fucking happen. If you are not their parent and don't like it, I don't give a tiny rats ass. I am the one that went through hell and back to get them, not you or anyone else. That means that there are two of us in this family that know what it feels like to want and wish and hurt the way we hurt for them. No one else. You may sympathize with us, but there is no chance you can empathize. I get nervous leaving them for 5 days at all…and I don't want to be gone from them any longer than that. Nor do I care that my MIL, who by the way does not make an effort to come out just to see my kids at any time, thinks she is entitled to keep them for that whole week. I don't fucking think so. Again, I am the one that gave birth to them, no one else. Derrick is their dad. If he wants to drive them to Wichita, then fine. But they will be here when I get home or shit will hit the fan.

Derrick understands, he wants them home when he has been gone for a few days. He misses them and wants to see them. It is nothing that has to be explained. I am just tired of having to justify myself to people. If you don't like it, then you don't have to see them at all. And yes, I am a little pissed that you told me you would help us out and now you have made other plans. But then again, that is what I have come to expect from your family, so I really shouldn't be that shocked. I will just remember that when you need something. My poor husband comes from one of the most selfish, self-centered families there is, and I can't figure it out, because his Grandpa is the MOST giving and caring man on the planet. He will drop everything to help someone out. Derrick is the same way. I guess those two are the ones that got that gene, it must have skipped everyone else. Grandma helps a ton too, don't get me wrong. She is pretty amazing, but as for DH's mom, and most of his aunts and uncles, forget it. It is all about them. As much as I bitch about Rose, she is almost always there when I need her. And if she says she will help me out, she always will. She must have gotten some of that gene.

Wow, I am way more pissed about this than I thought. Now I know there is a phone call going on between Wichita and Denver and I am sure it is all about how I am the bad guy, and Derrick will get the call next…fucking cool…glad you are all still in middle school. Tattle on me for taking care of my family, that's cool.