and so it goes ...

So, I am really terrible about something I wanted to try and make a point about ... oh well, c'est la vie. I think part of this is what happens when one is not online as much as one used to be. That is just the way it goes sometimes. What it really comes down to is the fact that I don't always think first about blogging when I have something on my mind. Instead, I tend to talk it out with the female companion ... something that is definitely becoming more familiar to me. So, between our "rock and roll lifestyle" [you know, that whole going for walks and talking and doing things with our kids ... oh, and mowing my mom's farm yard] and work and spending time with the aforementioned kids [and each other] - I'm just not left with a whole lot of time for online. And honestly, I am very glad about that.
My life is now about building and rebuilding ... while I have 'lost' contact with some friends, I also know that some will come around with time. It has recently come to my attention that my ex has been slinging mud at/about me (and the female companion) for some time now. I knew about some of this, but I am willing to bet it is much more widespread than I thought. That makes me rather sad, actually, that she has had to resort to these 'tactics' to get attention. I know it eats her up inside that we are happy and making something of our partnership, the FemCom and I.
But, my greatest fear is not of reprisals, but of the effect it may have upon my daughter, my Rosie. She is being viewed as an object, a tool of sorts, not like the blossoming girl she actually is. Sadly, she is being used in that way against me and for the self-satisfaction of the ex. I begin to really suspect something is up when I am told that she wants to stay here with me, for good. Why is that? What would cause her to say that, as it can't only be the activities that we do around here - collecting leaves, feeding ducks, visiting Grandma, watching movies, playing at the park ... what else will cause that reaction? Unfortunately, I don't know the answer to my question ... perhaps I am left to find out in time. I hope, for her sake, that time passes quickly and the answer becomes readily apparent.