DH was pretty much the definition of loser when we met. 28 years old, no job, still at home, no money, 5 kids, and 2 baby mamas. As if that isn't enough, also an alcoholic. Me being young and dumb was actually attracted to him. I realize this sounds like I hate him, but I don't. I'm glad we're together. I'm proud of him for how much he has grown over the past 5 years. I just look back like "what the hell was wrong with me!".
Up until I became pregnant none of it really bothered me. I had an "who cares" attitude. Psh, he only sees two of those five kids, who cares. I drink too, who cares. The trouble started when I grew up and he didn't. Not right away anyhow. It took time, but he has been sober over a year.
Dealing with ex's and step kids hasn't helped our already rocky relationship, but I love him and the kids so I deal with everything the best I know how. We've had more than our fair share of ups and downs, but somehow we've managed to get past it and be where we are today. And boy, has it been a roller-coaster...one I don't see ending any time soon...if ever.