whats been hardest through this, besides the affect on the daughter, is the non-communications between myself and the mother...

i see her at the grocery store where she bags groceries when i shop there.... she looks tired, stessed... i dont know how she manages...

she wont let us do much for her, independent as hell... i try to help, but, her mind becomes frazzled and mixed with thoughts from many places at once... my heart feels such pain for her conflict...

on the other hand, communication and my mom has improved thru this... it brought us closer together.... she made promises to the mom's mm... my mom's cousin.... to care for the kids after the cancer took her from us...

then, in the following turmoil, the daughters dad drank some rum, did some coke, and smacked the little girls mothers face purple...

so, he went to jail.. subsequently skidded out of town.... long story there...

the little one lost gramma nd dad pretty close to each other...

then this....