one More time

Same song and dance. J. is dropped off, I get her fed and ready, then we are off to school after we call Steve and have good mornings. After I dropped J. off at school, I kissed her sweet face and told her we would see her Sunday afternoon. Since Monday is a holiday Steve get's that day with J. and we will take her to school Tuesday morning. I am leaving the school. I make the right turn onto Prince William Parkway. Guess who I pass? You know it. There is J.'s mom in her red truck with the "drgn ess" personal tag. Why in the hell can't she act like a mother and take her child to school if she is going to be with a couple miles of school when it is time to drop her child off? Why does she bring her here instead? One day she will regret not being a better mother than she is. Children are very loyal to their mother, even a bad mother but one day her daughter is going to start piecing everything together and the big picture is not going to be a pretty one. She gets no respect from me. I think she only cares about how she can use that child to get what she wants ... money. If she ever spends any of the child support directly on the child, I would be amazed. Other than 1 outfit this week, I have not since January seen her with anything her mother bought. Most of the clothes she has been wearing to school are old and some have long since seen better days. The shoes she wears Steve's mom bought for her because her other ones where worn out and her mother had not replaced them. I would be ashamed. I know it hurts Steve to see it and hurts him very deeply. He pays alot of money in child support and sees little to no result. It also hurts his mother to see her oldest and only granddaughter not provided for by her mother in the means she has to do so. I have always done without or bought for myself last. I have always taken what I have and made sure my children had the clothing they needed and didn't walk around looking thrown away. I don't understand how a woman who calls herself a mother can be so selfish and not see her child needs things and not provide those things. It is a sad thing to see and out of my hands.