uh, this can't be right and someone is playing a joke on me

First I'll start by saying that since I started training with Johnny I have dropped 4 pounds. Rock and Rolla! But since I'm an emotional eater, yesterdays events may put my weight loss in severe danger.
Revert back to my ranting post about Kelly's slimey one-nighter-turned-into-a-lifetime-of-regret baby momma. Then you shall understand how this news hit me like a two ton truck hauling a full load of bricks at 90 miles per hour.

The Child Is Coming To Live With Us.

Yes you read correctly. Apparently said psycho mother has gotten herself mixed up in some serious shit. She and her boy thing have pissed off some bad people and they are currently in some 'trouble'. (I swear this whole thing sounds like it's straight out of a script of a new Law & Order episode) I'm pretty sure the news of this put a look of disbelief combined with shock and I'm guessing perhaps a slight smile because I was waiting for someone to jump out yelling that I'm being Punk'd. (Not Ashton of course, because of my 'non-celebrity' status and all) I'm still not sure the news has completely sunk in yet. Perhaps I'm in denial. No, I know that I'm in denial. I can't really argue this pending arrangement, as it's a matter of her safety. That doesn't mean I have to like it, because I don't. Not at all actually. If that makes me a bad person so be it. I've always said I'm not good with other peoples kids. I tend to be the mean one if I have to spend more than 48 consecutive hours with a child other than my own. And this is a 13 year old girl who's about to hit puberty and begin her emotional roller coaster. She's never really dealt with a lot of rules, being the child of an essentially absentee parent. Oh this is not going to go well at all.

And what hurt the most? The fact that Kel started this whole thing in motion and never once discussed it with me. He's contacted a lawyer, has his sisters in Canada checking into legalities and asked his Dad and stepmom to let her stay with them until we can get her down here. It's almost like telling me (note: I did not say discussing because there was no discussion. I was TOLD she was coming.) was a side note to him. And that does not sit well with me. I have no idea how I'm even going to break the news to my kids. They don't like her to begin with. Ugh.

Needless to say I'm beginning to get a bruise on my arm from pinching myself incessantly. I just keep thinking that one of these times I'm going to wake up from a dream...a twisted, dark, not funny at all dream. Then I can make sure I never eat whatever it was I ate to make my dream so unpleasant to begin with.