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PRISONER IN MY OWN HOUSE

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Feeling like a prisoner in my own house.....trapped inside a bedroom not wanting to come out.....trapped by own choice because I don't want to hear another person say some whinny comment, have a hot headed arrogant teenager go off about something and don't want to deal with dirty people that don't clean up after themselves. Temporary change in custody has got me feeling some kind of way where I just don't want to be bothered with the daily bullshit and constant reminders of how my life is now.

LOVE IS BLIND!

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Does anyone else ever look back and think, "Why the hell did I marry someone with kids?". I always say that you can't help who you fall in love with. Over time though, my response has changed to "save yourself the hassle and don't even let yourself get involved with anyone that has them." ...or " RUN LIKE HELL". I have no bio kids by choice. Never felt the need or desire to have them. Now that there are steps in my house, I'm even more so content with the fact that I made that decision years and years ago to not have any of my own.

Guilty for feeling this way ....

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I had someone ask me today if I liked my stepkids. Without even thinking, I responded "yes for 1 out of the 2--guess 50/50 isn't bad". They looked at me horrified. An onlooker said "that's ok- where is it written that you have to like them?". The issues in our house all stem from this one child. I've tried .....God knows I've made an effort for numerous years now. Too much like their BM...it's like looking into the mirror and seeing exactly how the child will turn out.

Looking for those that share similiar situation....

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Going to start off simple....speaking as someone that does NOT have kids of their own......

It's hard to talk with people that have kids and try to voice the frustration of having to deal with the drama from SO's kids from a first marriage. The baby's momma drama that comes from an ex that is both mental and addicted to prescription meds is overwhelming. I love my SO tremendously, but my dear God, how do I acclimate to this? It's hard being in this situation and the only ones that really can understand seem to be the ones that don't have kids themselves.