How it all began!

I supposed I should tell you how it all began. Well, it all began about four months ago when Danny’s frustration had reached its maximum. I will not go into the details of why Danny shipped her ass to me but trust me he was justified in his decision.

When Danny got home from work he told Miri pack what you can we are leaving. Little did she know that he had been planning all day to send her to me. She immediately started to cry and telling her father not to send her to North Carolina. She even called me begging me to tell Danny to send her to Titi Tana’s house. But why would I have my sister deal with such a burden. I told MIri, if should couldn’t do the time why did she do the crime. Three hours later, sometime around mid April, Miri arrived in North Carolina with nothing more than a suitcase full of dirty laundry.  

This is where my story begins.

This entire ordeal has been a roller coaster ride. Miranda arrived here angry at the world. Her father had shipped her to a state where she didn’t want to be. All she talked about is how she hates daddy and she would never forgive him. She missed her boyfriend and her friends. She treated me like an enemy like it was my fault she was here.

I had to put my foot down and tell her that if she needed to blame anyone for this all she needed to do was look in the mirror. Her father gave her many chances to redeem herself but she was too stubborn to take advantage of them. Her curfew was extended, she was allowed to hang out with her friends after school until 6pm only because those were school night. On Friday and Saturday she was allowed to hang out for a little longer. Those things were not enough for Miri. She wanted that and more.

School was another issue all together. She cut classes to the point that the school had to contact Bureau of Child Welfare (BCW). Danny was facing criminal charges because of Miri’s attendance problem. He confronted Miri but she didn’t care all her focus was on her little boyfriend. This was the first time he threatened  her with sending her to North Carolina. She cried and promised her father that she would do better but that didn’t last long.

It is 1:00am and I'm getting tired. I will continue the story tomorrow. Please understand this is an outlet for me. The post will not follow a specific  timeline. I will more than likely type incidents at random.

Trying to cope with the situation.

I’ve taken time off from work to be with Miri. I’m concern for her overall well being and I'm scared of what will become of her. She is emotionally unstable and her mood swings are just scary. I just don’t know what to do anymore with her. She or I may need professional HELP! I need guidance as to how I can help her. I can up with this crazy idea, maybe if she gets a job it will give her the opportunity to focus on something else.

We started job searching on Monday, July 25, 2011. I made up a resume for her with what little experience she has in babysitting and some made up volunteer work at church. We tried every strip mall in the neighborhood. Once we completed submitting applications to Marshall’s, BJ’s Wholesale Club, Dollar Tree, etc we turned to the mall. We left the mall for last because it’s further away and she will need me to drive her until she can figure out what bus can take her to the mall.

This whole process has been involuntary on her part. She doesn’t want to get up at the time we agreed on. She reneged on all her promises and agreements she made with me. If you want to find a job you need to wake up early be out there early enough to show a potential employer that you are serious about finding a job. Well not Miri, she gets up at 10:30am, drags her ass to the shower at about 11:00am. The shower is about a 30 minute ordeal. We don’t leave the house until about 12:00 or 12:30pm. I know she doesn’t on purpose thinking that I will eventually give up on taking her to the mall. She is very mistaken on that. Although I'm frustrated I am standing strong and will take her to the mall at whatever time.

Well as I wait for her to get ready for her job search, she emerges from her room dressed like she is going rollerblading or a family picnic. Let me give you a picture, she is wearing a pair of beige shorts, with a little of white tee and some sneakers. I suggested that her attire was not right for the task at hand but I got my head bitten off. I let it go because if I don’t then I will fall in her venomous trap.

The scowl on her face projected hate, frustration and honestly death. As she made her way into the mall all I kept thinking was this is the face that a potential employer will see. They’re going to ask her to leave as easily as she made her way into their place of business.

This is serious business. She is selfish and self absorbed. I don’t know how to talk to someone who doesn’t want to be helped. Everything I try to tell is received with resistance and a “GET OUT OF MY ROOM.”

Right now I need to go, but I’ll be back with more.