So, why is it that husbands can't understand frustration with skids? I mean basically you are letting a mini version of BM live in your house(not to mention the walking and talking reminder of what your husband stuck his penis into.) No matter what you do, you are always the bad guy and skid would rather live at the other house.

My skid has issues too, of course. She's so used to everyone making such a fuss over her that she demands praise and attention constantly. I'm sorry but my attention and praise are reserved for those who actually do something to warrant it. I wonder what our bio will think when she is old enough to understand everything. My husband thinks he is saving her by not letting her live with BM..but what he doesn't realize is that she IS already BM. Can't fight genetics. Meanwhile its constant court dates and fighting and change because of it all. I knew he had a kid. I knew he had a kid. I knew he had a kid....mantra.

I knew he had a kid, but I didn't realize how screwed up they all were before I became a part of it.

Who am I kidding..I knew I never wanted to date a man with kids..it was a huge deal when I met my husband..yet, here we are. What am I going to do.