The Foster Diaries – Lena Adams
Entry 1
Sleep eludes me tonight and I'm somewhat envious of my sleeping wife. How can Stef sleep so peacefully after what happened tonight? Our son … was held at gunpoint. They all could have been killed!
Of all our years together I've never seen Stef draw her weapon and frankly the realty scares me. How could I have been so stupid? Made such a rash decision like bringing a child from juvi into our home and exposing my family to such dangers? Even I will admit that was not my finest decision. No matter how reasonable Stef is being about it. Maybe Stef was right at the start, we can't save them all and maybe I shouldn't try but …
Callie and Jude … they have been through so much. How do I knowingly send them back into the system? I know where Stef's mind's at, she wants to help but I can't help but equate that danger to Callie and I have our children to think about. Maybe after talking to Bill, I will feel better about the situation, but I'm doubtful.
The next issue that's causing me to loose sleep is Mike. There is something about him that I just don't like and no matter how much I try for Stef's sake, I cant like him. What did she ever see in him?!
He referred to us taking in strays today, he was talking about Callie but by extension he was talking about my babies – Mariana and Jesus. I should have put him in his place, but we had bigger issues to contend with. He just has this way of making these off hand comments that irks me.
Then to top it off, he's Stef new partner at work. What the hell?! No really what the fuck! Why would their Captain agree to that? That's like a script from a badly written TV Show. Then Stef's all it's no big deal its just Mike and he's all I just want to be there to protect her blah blah we have the kids of consider and I was like, thanks but I'm not ok with it, not for a minute. Something is not adding up, I just don't what.
Speaking of things not adding up, what is going on with the twins? They are clearly keeping something from me. Maybe we are just finally entering the "keep things from your mom" years; they do turn 15 in a few days. I am however content with leaving things alone for now though, I know my children, either one of them will slip up or guilt will lead one to confess. It's going to be interesting to see which one happens first.
Stef's reaching for me; let's see if her arms will provide the quiet respite I need to sleep tonight.