I still haven't contacted her or responded to her friend request. I just have to deal with my mother first and I am feeling emotionally overwhelmed.
AAL is correct that my dad would be her presumptive father unless there is a paternity test or her mother signs an affidavit. I don't see how it really matters, anyway. The only way I can see that being an issue is if my father died intestate, and I can't see my brother or me contesting paternity to deny her an inheritance given the hand that she has been dealt.
But that did get me thinking that maybe her mom did sign the affidavit when they were getting divorced. I don't know the state of the law 20 years ago, but now chances are slim you could get a divorce without a support order.
And for the record, I do not support my father's actions. Biodad or not, he essentially adopted her and then just gave up on her her when she was 5. Maybe he thought that if he tried to get custod, her parentage would come out and he didn't want to fight that battle. But I can't imagine parenting a child for 5 years and then just letting that child go.
I pretty much ignored her yesterday because I knew if I talked to her I would say what I think and what I think right now isn't very nice. I finally called her back this morning, and she demanded, "Have you booked my flight yet? I need to know when I'm leaving." I told her that I didn't know it was my responsibility to book her flight. She has a computer and a lot more time than I do. She said, "well, I don't have my credit card number anymore." Whatever. It took me about 2 minutes to book her damn flight. At least that means she is going home on Friday. (Hopefully, I won't count on it until the plane is in the air.)
I did not go into details about her psychological state with the psychiatrist, because I just wanted her to understand the situation and I did not want her trying to diagnose me. I agree that it was grossly unprofessional to call me, and I wasn't overly friendly with her. I don't think it dawned on her until our conversation that my mother was more than the pitiful creature she presents herself as.
I pretty much just want to hide under the covers until my problems go away. But of course, life doesn't work like that. I had sick kids yesterday, and I feel like crap today. I don't know if I'm really sick or if its just stress-induced. I'm spending a couple of hours at home this morning, hoping the Tylenol will kick in. Also waiting to take PS to school. She still doesn't feel great and is supposed to run the mile in her 2nd period PE class today. I know she isn't up to running, so I'll just take her in after PE so she'll be there for the important classes.