I tried yesterday and today to post a blog that I wrote but for some reason it just won't!  I guess I will just write a new one.  Perhaps this is good, in a way, as I was really steamed yesterday when I wrote the other one.
My daughter's dad is going to be released tomorrow from the psych floor of a hospital he will have spent three days in.  Apparently he has convinced a psychiatrist that he is well enough to go home without any continued residential treatment.  Gee, I suppose overdosing to the point where he stopped breathing on his  and ending up on a ventilator wasn't enough.  Or the fact that he was so unstable while at the other hospital he had a sitter with him 24/7.  Perhaps his claims that if he were not able to see his youngest daughter he would do it again isn't enough to consider him a threat to himself.
I think I am more shocked at this turn of events than I was when my daughter's dad tried to seriously take his life.  (He has attempted to do so before, but always called someone and told them he was trying to kill himself.)  And I really do believe that it comes down to money or lack thereof.  He is on Social Security Disability and goes through the VA, which by the way throws Valium and Xanax at him like they are candy, so I don't think that the powers that be just don't want to spend the money on him.
I am furious about all of this.  At least today I am not swearing in my post.  But I have no intentions of allowing my daughter to go with this unstable person, and realize that it will probably cause a great rift where I live, because my daughter's aunt recognizes that her brother is a danger to her neice, but she doesn't want to see her brother and I fighting.
As the one stable parent, it is my duty to protect my daughter from the one that isn't.  I just can't understand why this is not so obvious that some family members.  It's not like I am trying to be mean and keep her from seeing her dad.  He is unstable!  It scares me to think of her spending time with him unsupervised.  I'm going to have to put my foot down.
For those of you reading this and unfamiliar with my current living situation, I am living with my daughter's aunt and the husband she is reconciling with.  You can probably figure out that this isn't always the ideal place to be living either.  Add to that my daughter's granny is dying of stage four stomach cancer and life can be stressful here, to say the least.  But we do get through each day.
I am just simply scared for the well being of my daughter.  In this world, you can only make yourself be the best and healthiest person possible.  You can't do that for everyone else around you.  So you guide the littler ones through the difficult situations and do what is best for them.  It is really hard, through all of this, to realize just how sick my daughter's dad is.  Kids shouldn't have to have so much on their plate.  But this is life!  You can't avoid it.
So, once more I stand back and do what I can with a situation that is much out of my control.  I am really disgusted with the lack of care that another mentally ill person is not going to get.  I can only do for me and mine.  And you can put money on it that I will.