Yesterday was not a good day.  We took Jack to visit his mother on Saturday.  We went in to Gracie's apartment, it was clean and didn't smell of weed, but Gracie was off.  Her eyes were dull and her affect was flat.  She seemed okay otherwise but something was off.  I texted Gracie's mom and sister to let them know.  Gracie's mom told me that Gracie had been diagnosed with ADHD and was on medication for it; her sister told me the same thing.  Nobody had told me that, just like nobody had told me that Gracie had lost her job, again. I asked both of them the name of the medication, Gracie's mom didn't know and Gracie's sister either didn't know or wouldn't tell me.

Of course it got worse from there.  According to Gracie's sister, Gracie was tired and hadn't put on any makeup.  Gracie is also intimidated by me.  It was really none of my business because Gracie was doing well, her words, not mine.  In the past when Gracie's sister has told us that Gracie is doing well, Gracie has ended up traumatizing Jack and ending up in detox and rehab.

I texted Gracie's sister that I was tired of fucking secrets, I admit my bad, but I don't think it was the use of fucking that offended her as much as the use of the word secrets.  Everything is a secret with that family and I am so tired of it.  

Then Gracie's sister went on because she had been fasting and this was a special day for her and why wasn't I respecting that.  Probably because I didn't know that she had converted to Islam.  Unless you tell people, how can they know?  I'm not a fucking mind reader.  

Then she went on about how much she does, driving back and forth to pick up Jack so that he can visit his mother.  She's been driving her mother's car for the past year, but of course it's a secret about what happened to her car.  Four people are sharing one vehicle, for a year.  

We go to court again next week to decide how to move forward and this past weekend convinced me that we can't move forward yet.  I need some honesty about what's going on with Gracie.  I am placing Jack in her care, I need to know he's safe.  Gracie has a history of abusing prescription and illegal drugs, as well as alcohol.  It's my job to keep him safe, even from his mom.

So there was a lot of crying yesterday.  My hubby was pissed and silent for the rest of the day.  Yesterday was my day to visit Katie and my mood transferred to her, and then that went sideways too.  All in all, a very shitty day.  Probably the worst day since last August when Gracie's mom found Gracie and her drug dealer passed out on her bed, and Jack by himself, again.

So now Jack is acting out because he's stressed and me?  I just want to run away from everything, but of course I won't.  Me dealing with Jack's other family.