Returning Toys

I don't know what to do. Many of you have read the issues that I have with my parents. If not feel free to go back and read.

Things have been quiet with them for the most part. We spoke on the phone back in the beginning of September when my mom called to tell me she had diabetes. They don't call when she's in the hospital, but they do when she's diagnosed diabetic. I wasn't really sure what to say or do at that point, but I let them talk to the girls for quite some time on the phone. Then I had gotten back on the phone with them and they started the lecturing and how do I know if they've changed or not. Well, case in point you are still lecturing me and bringing up how wrong I have been in everything. A week prior my dad had called wanting to bring all of the stuff they had for the children back to our house because it's too hard for them to look at. And because I didn't answer the phone and call them back that very same day I ruined everything. We got off the phone not really resolving anything and I hadn't heard from them since.

Now here it is two weeks before CJ's 1st birthday. I am preparing his invites to go out for his birthday party. I even have my parents on the guest list in spite of everything. I was running a little late yesterday in leaving the house to go pick up the girls from school. Good thing I was I suppose or maybe not. I was counting money from our PTA book fair so I went to the kitchen to wash my hands before I left to pick the girls up from school. I looked out my kitchen window and I saw a car in the parking lot that looked like my moms. I figured it couldn't be. My parents both work during the day and I hadn't heard from them. The upstairs neighbors are moving out so I thought maybe they had someone here to help them get the last of their stuff. I didn't even think much when I saw someone on my porch just to the side of my door with a bag. Again, thinking it was the 3rd floor finally finishing their move. I grabbed my stuff and went to walk out the door and there on my porch was boxes and bags of stuff with Natalie's name on it and my dad was walking down the sidewalk. He didn't see me. I turned around and went back into the house to tell Joe what had happened and ask him that while I'm picking the girls up from school he bring all this stuff in and hide it because I didn't know how to explain to the girls that Grandma and Grandpa were breaking up with us.

I left to get the girls and came back home. Joe forgot one thing on the porch. Two small plastic chairs which were at my parents house that the girls saw and immediately recognized as something from Grandma and Grandpa's. They asked, I lied. We haven't told them about all of the stuff. They suspect something is up though. Since stuff just got piled in my room they have seen some things. I don't know what to tell them. How do you tell a 9 year old and a 6 year old that their grandparents never plan on seeing them again so they brought all of their stuff back? What do I even do with all of this stuff? I was planning on just getting rid of it. I've also been debating about whether or not I should bother inviting them to CJ's birthday party after this. How can I not invite them though they are his grandparents? If they come though will they ask the girls if they got their stuff? If I get rid of it all how do I explain that? So I guess I'll just keep it and if they come to the party I'll give it all back to them. If not then I'll dispose of it all somehow hopefully in a way that the girls aren't aware of what I've done.

I don't even know what to do at this point. I reach out time and time again and time and time again I get slapped in the face. When am I going to learn? It's clear that my parents have no intention of working anything out. If they did then they wouldn't get rid of all the children's toys. I mean what if I did start allowing them to spend time with them? What would they tell them about where all the stuff they had at their house went? I know the saying goes you always hurt the ones you love, but really this is getting ridiculous with them.