After a morning of dirty looks and talking back...I lost it.
Me: Emilee come here.
Em: (Staring at me)
Me: I'm not birth mom
Em: I know that. (extremely snotty tone to her voice)
Me: I know birth mom hurt you. I know you are angry at her. I know you love her. That is all normal. You need to remember that I'm not her though. I'm not going to hurt you. But I can not have you treating me this way. You have lied to people. You have told them that I hurt you. I have had to talk to the cops (ok - CPS but she wouldn't have understood who that was) because of these lies. I have NEVER hurt you. I will NEVER hurt you. But this is me and daddy's house. OUR rules will be followed in this house. If you CHOOSE to not follow OUR rules, YOUR choices may lead to you not being safe in this house. Is that what you want?
Em: (just staring at me)
Me: (crying) I love you Emilee. I will ALWAYS LOVE you! You behaviors won't change how much I LOVE YOU! BUT, I need to be safe in my home. Daddy needs to be safe in his home. Jacob needs to be safe in this home. You need to be safe in this home. You need to quit blaming everyone else. You need to somehow let me in to help you. I only want what is best for you and Jacob. And we can't go on like we are.
Em: giving me a big hug and telling me she's sorry. Mommy..don't cry.
Ok. that's the abreviated discussion from this morning. I said a lot that I probably shouldn't have said but I'm at my breaking point. I can't do this much longer. I can't have my name drug thru the mud for this little girl anymore.
****Note...I've made the call for therapy. Now I just have to wait for them to call me back to schedule an appointment.