Hate me, it’s okay

This last week has been kind of a sad week for our little family. Sometimes doing the right thing is very hard and unpleasant, but you know even knowing what I know now I would do it again. Doing what is right is more important, then well not being hated for a time. I feel bad for dad because the grand kids didn’t want to see him on dad important holiday. Dad still believes Christmas to be important but understand hubby and I don’t celebrate it and respects it. I tried to make sure dad got to see the kids, and got them presents because he felt it was important. So I felt it was important. I understand and know that the kids might not want to see hubby and I, and I was fine with that. Dad doesn’t want to go by himself because sometimes the kids get to be to much for him, and hubby and I are his safety net. But they hate uncle and me, and one of them called and cussed hubby and I out. The one that did I don’t understand why he did, but oh well, I don’t care. He like a murky pond supplies, you never really know what his mood will be. Oh well. My hubby and I help his father get his brother out of the home. Yes I feel bad about it but the kids safety is more important.
I understand him not wanting to see us because we told the truth about mom, and help get him out of the home. I understand this been there done that, and he can hate me it’s okay. In time maybe he will come to realize I was doing what was in his best interest. His mom hasn’t held down a job, and has abused him. I can’t even caught the number of new places he lived in since knowing them. I feel sorry for his mom because her life is a mess and she hurting her children with her messyness. I am hoping that she will learn and not turn the abuse on the other 2 children who still live with her. I will never understand the court system taking out one child and not the others, it stupid if you ask me. She filled his head with a lot of lies about us, and keeping her dad away from her, but heck what are we to do if everytime we calls she upsets dad. He talked suicide a few times with us because of her, she horrible to him. so we stopped letting her talk to him when ever she felt like it.
I feel bad for dad because he didn’t get to see them, and give them their gifts but the oldest brother made that choice on his own. He called hubby being abusive, and rude, and dad pretty much told me if you guys aren’t welcome then I will not go. I told him right now they are simply just mad at us but it would be okay if I dropped him off and let him visit for awhile. Dad said that hurts him, so he wasn’t going to go and see them, unless we where here because the boys don’t listen to him, and he wanted us there. We got him to agree with us being in another room, but the boys father didn’t feel that would work. Okay, fine…. I wish I would have stayed home with dad and not rushed to get all the shopping done before the stupid weather came in. I know it is important for dad to give them their gifts but we might not get them there to them this year. I wouldn’t be surprised if neither one of them wanted to see us for a very long time. Which is to bad, because dad don’t want alone time with the boys unless hubby and I are there, so it makes things hard.
Sometimes doing the right thing is painful. I am not feeling hurt or made, but I know hubby does. I am taking it from the understanding I have when I was taken from my mom pretty much by force. I hated those people and wanted nothing to do with them. Now once I grew up I understood the people who help get me out of the home did it for my well being and all I can do is pray that some day our nephews will understand this too. I hope that their dad listen to hubby and gets him counseling so he can work through these feelings.
I know he angry also because he don’t get to slack off in school any longer because he will be at a real school where students are expected to do work. So this is making him very unhappy, but well he needs a education because now days with out it, jobs are going to be hard to find. I am hoping him being rescued wasn’t to late.