So this weekend has been interesting. After doing groceries on Saturday, we watched a couple of movies. She spent pretty much the entire day in her room on her electronics yesterday.
I have a gut feeling that I’m being played again with the whole fiance thing. There is just something about it. She sent a text to 2 friends about what happened on the Sunday she told me, after she told me. After he left on Sunday she has been bouncy and bubbly until today.
Today she woke up at 7am. She got dressed and ready for school, then she went into my room to get her phone and Ipad. I asked her what she was doing, she said that she told me she was getting her stuff. I’m like you don’t just walk into my room and take what you want. So I told her I’m doing an experiment.
I took away her net on her phone, I blocked the data from her phone. So I told her she could have her phone at 8:30 which is 15 minutes before she leaves. I think I messed up by giving her all her electronics throughout the week. They were taken away for a reason, while I was going through them all yesterday, there’s pieces missing. There’s texts missing, there’s chunks of time that is missing when it comes to what she was doing on her computer, her Ipad a little harder to track. The rule has always been you don’t delete anything from your phone.
It’s like the boy that cried wolf, she has burned me so many times with lying and stealing. That while I want to believe her, the more I look at it without the raw emotions of trying to protect my daughter, things are adding up.
I mean on one hand it doesn’t matter, my fiance and I are done. He will either alienate his sister that took him in, and get back with me. Or he stays at his sister and we are over. I already know the answer, after all this I don’t expect him to just come back into the house with my daughter here. It sucks and breaks my heart, but I’m more worried about if this is something that she made up and she’s playing me and she ends up telling the wrong person, what if the cops get involved. That could ruin his life.
I need to figure out how to get the truth out of here so that I can be at peace and actually know it’s the truth. I can’t live with this doubt, I would like to think I could trust my daughter, but I already know that she lies to me quite often and doesn’t think about consequences until they actually happen. I also know she has no empathy, there has been so many of the same conversations with her, telling her with raw honesty how I feel about the way she is treating me, or talking to me, or how she keeps breaking my trust. Within days it’s back to the same games.
I’m lost and don’t know what to do. Things are not alright, things are far from alright.