So since my last post things have looked up.
I was quite prepared to go into my meeting ready to fight, and I was pleasantly surprised.
I have a lot more support than I thought, and I have come to a place within myself where I'm not necessarily happy with things (by no means) but I can't fight the waves of life, I just have to go with it and turn my Castaway adventure into a Hawaiian luxury cruise (or something).
There have been too many things shown to me lately and all of the pieces are clicking together in this unusual way of the universe. Perhaps this was all part of my destiny, my predetermined fate, so what next? I don't think that anything is by chance anymore, maybe the little things, but the big things, the way our lives work out, the people we come in contact with, the people we connect with, all of these things are so interwoven in the web of the universe, that there is no escaping it. Right now, no stone is left unturned and the ties that were left undone are being tied. This is the way of the world and many positive things are emerging from it already. I just have to get through this big one.
We're continuing on with the counseling and his assessment is looming. The criminal investigation has been suspended due to lack of evidence. There is no physical proof or documentation of anything within the county's records. Marilyn has reportedly said during her numerous interviews that a number of people have touched her, including myself, the dr. and the crazy lady upstairs. We are going into full force to secure our expert witness lady.
Things cannot look down much more, they can only improve from here.
ON the other hand, the girls are doing wonderfully. They are thriving and playing and fighting. Marilyn doesn't stop talking and ohmygoodness does she talk in detail about everything. She's morphed so much into this little girl in the past 6 months, that I'm astounded. I can't believe she's only going to be 4.
I feel that same about Mallory. She talks in full sentences and says the most random of things sometimes. I love the conversations that she and Marilyn have about things. They fight the second they get into the car and it drives my dad crazy. Most recently it was all about how Mallory wasn't potty trained so she couldn't go to Panda Preschool (Marilyn's term for vacation bible school). Mallory is always copying everything that Marilyn says and does, which is quite funny. She's still her own little person though, and ohmy is she quite saucy. She knows what she wants and she is STUBBORN. She doesn't like it when I tell her how it is and I'm hoping this is only a phase, but she will literally run at me or lunge at me to bite me. It's cute in a not-cute type of way that it could really morph into a bad behavior.
But they are doing quite well. I can't wait to have them back home with me though. I know that they are antsy to come home as well. But in due time. It's nice to have a possible date to work with, I have a lot of things I want to get organized and go through before they are back. I remodeled a bit, so they won't be coming back to the same old place. I think I'm going to move somewhere else in the area but not quite the same area. I don't know. There are still far too many unknowns to worry about.
I've become somewhat of a recluse as well, I haven't been talking to a lot of people, I'm not sure why not, but it's been busy, I have a lot of other things that have been going on. I try to be sunshine and smiles as much as I can, and I think I'm doing phenomenally well considering, I just don't have the time to fall apart and even if I wanted to, it would be a waste of time, because I would just be wasting even more time picking myself back up and pulling it all together. Someone has to be the rock and make all of the decisions and keep on the fight, and that someone is me. Which is okay. Because I'm awesome. I just have to keep rolling with it and face the flames of my former life burning away. But I'm the Phoenix and I will prevail.
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