Holiday vent

bah. 12 days no power. 800 ft2 woodstove vs. 2500 ft2 200-y.o. farmhouse in temps below 20 with windchills below 0. Yard, road, looks like a hurricane hit. Three storms and several feet of snow and ice in two weeks. Kids and small pets sent to stay with relative strangers because (a) pretty much all friends in town were in the same boat and (b) fd's biodad chose THAT week to visit his mother--so couldn't send them to grandma's. Cancelled family celebration at our house because we didn't even have a tree until Christmas eve night. Woke up yesterday with the worst cold in history. Biodad CALLS FROM HIS BRO'S HOUSE TO MY HOUSE on Christmas asking to speak to fd--already knowing the answer would be "no," just a manipulative ploy to garner sympathy for him and rally indignation with me. Over the course of two cases and six years, it has NEVER occurred to this man to say that he wants to tell his biodaughter he is sorry. Last time she saw him (nearly three years ago), she started wetting her pants at school and making lewd drawings. When she heard he had moved to within 100 miles of us, she had nightmares for a week. She has been very clear with me that she does not want direct contact with him and doesn't want to even think about it until after her adoption by us. PTSD, RAD, ODD, cognitive issues, fetal alcohol exposure, you name it, she has it, thankfully mostly on the "mild" ends of the spectra. To this day, my biod plays house while fd still plays various versions of "Cops" with herself in the starring role of violent criminal being led away in handcuffs. Then today I hear that SIL told other SIL that I "should just get over it" and let him see her because he is so sad and has done so well staying dry. blah. Thank you, I feel better.