I'm at a loss.

So much of a loss, that I'm sitting down and starting a blog. I didn't know if I should...I didn't know where to start...so I told myself, "Woman. Just sit down and start writing."

I'm engaged to a man with 2 bio-atomicbombdropping-teens - SD17 & SS18. The family issues are quite, interesting, as I'm without children of my own and the BM & Hubby#3 have 8 children (with the two I previous mentioned) combined. Let's just say that life is never boring.

In the past 6 months, life with SD17 and SS18 has blown sky high. SD18 lives full time with BM, as he attempts to straighten out his life. He comes to visit when he's not working one of his two jobs and has spent rather quiet weekends with us on occasion. He can be a troublesome young man at times, but he has significantly calmed down. Working 2 jobs will do that to a person.

SD17 lives with us 1 week on/1 off. She is a mirror image of BM (who I actually get along with) and the toxic levels she brings into both households is off the charts.

I posted in the teens part of the forum about feeling absolutely ill when it's her week with us. 7 days in the burning pit of...yeah, you get the picture.

Funny thing is that one small, petty, stupid thing has set me off for the day and it all happened about an hour ago. The fiance left work early to take her to a doctor's appointment. She went down to the school and picked her up. That should be the end of the story.

Instead, they come back to the house. She immediately walks in, wipes her wet shoes off on the living room rug, wears the wet shoes through the house, announcing that she promised two of her friends at the school (who are practicing for some drama related project) a soda. She then stomps into the kitchen, throws open the door, throws open the pantry door and prances right back outside, two sodas in hand.

Dad stands there. I think, "Are you kidding me?" Dad and Diva leave. I seethe.

Again. I shouldn't be angry about it? Right?

Well, to me...it's the proverbial straw. Her room is beyond normal teenage disaster area. She refuses to clean it and we have tried everything. (The fiance won't let me do the old trick of just piling crap in garbage bags. The smell and the trash are outrageous.) She has caused major disruptions in the lives of both her BM and my fiance. She takes no responsibility for anything. She lies and conjures up stories about the most trivial of issues. She is failing a major class in her senior year and bombed her SATs. She believes she is the most important thing in the world and the most talented -- if you do not agree, she will spit fire.

And yes, she's attending counseling. For anger issues.

Oh, boy.