I had a nice time visiting for Jared's birthday party, and it was a nice diversion (not totally) from a very difficult morning. I hope you all know that it means a lot to me that you stand by me and see me for who I am, warts and all; and that while I have my issues, I'm not what others are making me out to be. (nice grammar, Zeb...not)
I'm getting the impression that my youngest daughter on some level realizes what a hole she's dug and is avoiding me because she can't look me in the eye. So instead of confessing what's behind this, she's making things worse. If she doesn't even "want to be" with me for five minutes, it's leaving the impression with her mother a confirmation of the untruths that got us here.
The more patience I show, the more space and time I give, the more I act like everything's okay, the worse things are getting...although those things aren't being recognized apparently on any level.
On another note and I'll explain another time; but I'm not going to be called "buddy-boy" too many more times before I snap.