So I finally had enough! And I told DH I want to talk exit strategy. Well, it's time, we don't have a home together, but we have a good sized savings and stocks. I negotiated for half of everything we have up to date and half of what the stocks are worth and what he can't pay now, he owes me and from here on forward, after bills, it's divided into our separate accounts up until I move. This ensures I have what I need to find a comfortable arrangement. I told him I will stay at my mom's when his crotch droppings are present but I will not be pushed out.

So for the last few weeks, I have been beside myself gathering things for hosting Dh's family for Christmas eve. Not only did we need to invest in a larger table, but as most of you know... it's everything from table runners, decorations, appetizers, food, presents, etc etc. So yesterday they call to say they are coming an hour earlier then expected. Fine. Dh MUST tell SS and SD, who then decide to show up even earlier then them. Fine. So as a good host, I attend to cleaning, serving, cooking, plating and on and on. DH is having a swell time entertaining. Fine.

So two days ago SD18 texts that SS16 needs dress attire for their uncle on BM's side wedding the NEXT day. DH and I get into an argument because I don't feel that it was our responsibility to foot the bill for a whole new suit basically because BM cannot afford it (she is not working currently) and then making it our problem last minute so we couldn't say no. So DH and I argue about it... he goes and gets outfit with shoes for ss16 at around 200 dollars. I was sleeping in the extra(skids EOW room) because I just can't take the battle anymore. THEN SD18 calls.

I was worried in my previous posts that SD18 wouldn't be getting her stuff together, but she kinda is. She got a job! At starbucks down the street. (BOO!) However, overall this will be a good thing. I have been trying to change my perception of her, but I have come to realize that the depression I feel when they(SD18 and SS16) are here and when they leave, when basically anything about them arises, might be more tied to my bitterness that another woman has my husband's children. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I do.