Got a 57 page declaration today, we are going back to court in a week. BPDm is ramping up for it.
It's 57 pages of ridiculous lies and false accusations. Some is just clear out of left field (like I am teaching my SD7 to purge ), some is distortions of a minor truth (like when SD slammed finger in car door, bravhart "did it" out of anger, which is true she did slam her finger in door, but I was on other side of the car, at her therapist appt when it happened, I kind of think SD7 would have mentioned it to therapist if I had slammed it in car on purpose two minutes before we went inside)
It's all stupid stuff I know, but its still SO hard to read. I just hope that the court mediator "gets it". Her entire declaration reads like a text book example of how to project all your stuff and try to make it look like their stuff instead.
God please let the mediator get it. :'(
The part I need your kind words of advice for is this: Why do I care?

Why do I let this get to me?
When she writes that I'm hateful and mean to SD7 and that I abuse her, I know I don't. I know I am actually very good to her. I am probably the most patient and kind grown up in her life. Her mother is not right in the head. Why do I care that she says this stuff? Do I worry someone will think it's true? Do I feel bad because I think her mom should be grateful for having such a good stepmother to her child, in spite of the fact that she (BPDm) makes life so difficult that she's in essense ruining our lives?
It's probably one of the hardest things to have someone out there saying and writing things down about you that are for one thing awful, and for another quite untrue. It's not something I've ever had to deal with before. At least not to this degree, it's pretty gruesome stuff.
And the horrible things she says about my own daughters. It's heartbreaking. She writes about them being anorexic, abusive, slutty and toxic to SD7. Nothing could be further from the truth. It makes me so sad to know that at her mothers house that SD7 is now also being told to hate them too. BPDm knows no boundries.
When will my skin toughen up? Or is having tough skin worse? Does it mean it has finally changed and hardened me?
I''m trying to keep it in perspective, but there moments when I just almost can't believe this is my life. This horrible woman just gets to say and do these things, she drains us financially, emotionally. How is this any way to live?