Two Weeks Plus--Still An Outcast

It was two weeks yesterday since I was unceremoniously ejected from the Hahn-McNally house, and 10 days since I've spoken to Sabrina. That's when she called after her appointment with John to tell me that he wanted to see both of us together. She was crying, but said she didn't want to talk about it and hung up. I made the appointment last Monday and texted, emailed, and messaged her on FaceBook about the date and time (this Thursday at 6:15 p.m.) but she never acknowledged any of them.

She finally picked up her ecard for her birthday and another ecard I sent over the weekend to tell her I love her and miss her. I texted her and left her 2 voicemails, as well. No response. I just can't believe this is still going on.

I did get to talk to the girls yesterday. That made me so happy. Cassie had responded to a text on Saturday and also today, but she didn't answer her phone today.

I know I'm not nuts, because. no fewer than 12 friends and relatives have been shocked by this when I posted how I was feeling on FaceBook. Cousin John called last night and also was completely shocked by this situation. It is crazy. I get bitten by their dog while housesitting for 9 days, get a terrible infection, and get thrown out of their house by my daughter because her idiot husband told her to make me leave. Clint's anger was totally out of all proportion to the situation. I did them a favor, got hurt, and they hate ME! It's insane.

I am seeing John on Wednesday before our Thursday appointment. Sabrina and John may want to talk about my practice of Islam, but what about this angry, controlling man who is keeping me from my family? What about my daughter wanting me to lie and end up getting rabies shots? What about NO ONE asking how I was or even saying "thank you"?

John thinks I should compromise about my clothes and not talk about my religion. I have to get him to understand that I HAVE done that already. It apparently didn't appease Sabrina. I am not doing it anymore. My daughter, who is not religious, should not demand and dictate to me, her mother, what I can and cannot wear, for pity's sake! And there are 2 major issues here--my dress and more importantly, Clint's behavior toward me and Sabrina's acceptance and carrying out his "orders." He is one sick puppy.

Saturday I was horribly depressed. Suicidal, AND homicidal! I really wanted Clint dead. I was not feeling well, so that aggravated the feelings. But I should probably tell John about it. I may have to see Dr. S. if things don't improve. John seems to think we can have 2 families: 1 with Clint, without me, and another with me, without Clint. But I've tried to suggest that, too, but Sabrina is afraid to be without a man. And I doubt that Clint would allow it. WHY DOES HE HATE ME SO MUCH???

I don't know how this will turn out. I do not hold out much hope. But I also know that he is going to wreak havoc with her mind and life, and then leave her. I don't doubt it for a minute. It is so sad.

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