I've heard it said that it takes at least five times for a woman to leave an abusive relationship. My daughter has pushed that limit and each time she's hurt my heart aches for her.

Today she was in tears because she's tried to tell the ex that he can't live in a condo that someone else once had and was evicted from. He can't take their son there. And what would make him consider taking their son around someone that is a carrier of a potentially fatal staph infection? She even stated her concern that if he got arrested while the baby was there she did not want to lose her son because of what he does.

To this he responded, "He'd be better off with another family."

I did not tell my daughter that when he came to pick the baby up from me he didn't ask if he needed to eat. He asked where his shoes were. I told him I don't have them and he said my daughter is crazy. Where is the kiddo that kicked me when I REALLY need someone kicked???

I told him that I don't know if my daughter forgot them or if I forgot to pick them up from the babysitter and I SUGGEST he NEVER say those kinds of things again.

Let's weigh this a moment... MRSA or no shoes. The fact that the father seems more concerned that the baby have shoes on than he is exposure to deadly diseases is pathetic. The idea that my daughter can't afford the babysitter and NEEDS this idiot to pay for it and she's afraid to take him to court is sad.

He makes the majority of his income under the table. This has been something that has chapped our skin the entire time she's known him. We pay taxes. Our sons pay taxes.. my daughter pays taxes. He's NOT special! My husband tried to tell her it was not a problem he'll go let the judge know he's working under the table. He won't be able to go and say he makes no money. But she's not comforted by this.

I need to scoot because I have a meeting at the school for the Kiddo with her dad. I don't know if her mother knows of this meeting. I have a stack of papers for the mother to take but eh.. after getting kicked in the head the last thing on my mind was papers.

Other than my daughter, my day has so far been a good one. But I keep wondering.... aren't grandchildren supposed to be fun? You know, spoil them and let them do all those things you didn't let your own children do?