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I officially don't like holidays anymore

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Submitted by love_my_shichi on Fri, 12/07/2012 - 7:46am

After this incident with psycho SD being forced on me for Xmas, I am just at the point now where the idea of holidays is that I HATE THEM FROM NOW ON. If it is always going to be about the kids, which it will, then fuck this. I have to face that this is never going to work. I hate these children. Am I going to just accept the fact that every year for the rest of my life I have to spend my every holiday celebration except a few far and between with people I CANNOT STAND. And I am not talking mildly dislike....I HATE THEM.

BM's BOXES OF OLD CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS

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Submitted by love_my_shichi on Tue, 12/04/2012 - 12:12pm

Our circumstances are a little different because I moved to the state where I live now when my sister died suddenly a few years ago and packed just a few suitcases and gave most of my belongings away, so I don't have much. I am also fortunate (?) to have moved in to my fiancees house, where BM left him suddenly one week and all she took was a few suitcases. So....the house I occupy is filled with all her old things. The decor- dishes, everything. Mostly I try not to let it bother me.

A powerful realization

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Submitted by love_my_shichi on Mon, 12/03/2012 - 5:58pm

The skids (in my case) were just as big a pain in the rear end when my SO and BM were together as they are now. She was a white trash lazy mom who parked them in front of the TV all day and bought them everything they wanted and coddled and babied them endlessly. This is nothing new and just due to the divorce. From what my SO tells me, when they were married he worked and she stayed home with the shitheads and spent money all day spoiling the shit out of them.

oh god you mean I have to move.....

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Submitted by love_my_shichi on Sat, 12/01/2012 - 12:39pm

So, my fiancee told the skid brothers they need to help him rake leaves today. Mind you, they NEVER DO ANYTHING BUT PLAY XBOX 24 HOURS A DAY ALL WEEKEND. They have no chores ever. Never lift a finger. Well of course they responded with..."noooo!!! Why? We won't! It's not fair! No! Noooooo......!!!!! Wahhhhhhh!!!!!!" This went on and on. All because they have to spend 20 minutes on a sunny Saturday helping their father.

They have no respect. Pathetic.

preparing for Friday afternoon DERAILMENT

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Submitted by love_my_shichi on Wed, 11/28/2012 - 4:48pm

I have just been blessed to have a weekend off from my SKIDS, and NO THANKSGIVING WITH THEM EITHER HOORAY!!!! So, I am kind of anticipating with a heavy heart and extreme sadness the reality that they will be coming Friday afterschool for the weekend. My question is....how can I start dealing with their snotty little punk assess better? I live in the home their mother used to live in, so when they walk in the door they still act like they own the place. Throw shoes and bags on the floor immediately and run downstairs to the XBOX. They never say hello to me.

IT JUST HIT ME.

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Submitted by love_my_shichi on Sun, 11/18/2012 - 9:36pm

I don't know why I never saw it before. All the fuss and anger and pain and arguing and wasted time and pain and blah blah blah, boils down to just this. Today at lunch I asked my fiance about the thanksgiving menu in front of his older son who doesn't like me....who two years ago at thanksgiving dinner stated at dinner that my face looks like an old suitcase, and of course this is perfectly acceptable behaviour, no apology was made...he's just "a kid". Well today I was asking about the menu and if my SO liked this or that and he starts mimicking me and his son starts laughing at that.

future brain surgeon

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Submitted by love_my_shichi on Fri, 11/16/2012 - 9:11pm

Every Friday night the douche boys come for dinner. They stay until Sunday. I don't join them at meals anymore because I refuse to have every dish I make be criticized and sit at a table with rude selfish brats who scream and grab things with their fingers....take an entire dish full of one thing before it gets passed around...burp, fart, well you know the routine.

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