I met my husbands kids twice while still dating, SD 6yrs and SS 5yrs. They disappeared for four years, and in Feb. 2008 they appeared again and I got to meet stepdaughter again for the third time which felt like the first she was now 10yrs old. She didn't realize who her father was until she was told who he was therefore they didn't know each other either. We started to see them every other weekend after that and in April of 2008 I found out I was pregnant. Soon after SD started to insist that she move in with us and my husband started making plans. I told my husband it wasn't a good idea for her to move in so soon, we've all only known each other for about three months. I told him we should wait until after my pregnancy and until we got to know each other better. He did not care what I had to say, he saw the opportunity to move his daughter in and so he did, I had absolutely no say in this matter. My SD new how to control her dad from the very beginning because he never showed her any disipline. She was rude, she talked back to her father, she would yell at him and he would do nothing about it but tell her in a sweet and tender voice "Amanda why do you talk to me that way, your hurting my feelings, I love you. Don't do that again ok", this would make me angry. He let her be on the internet, and myspace from 4 to 5 hours at a time. She demanded a cellphone and she got it. Being that I was pregnant, I would get up at almost every hour of the night and thru out the early morning. I was against her sleeping in our bed, we use to fight about it all the time, until my belly started getting bigger and he finally decided it was time for her to sleep in her room. One night I almost fell over her because she was asleep on the floor of my bedroom. In the morning I would get up for another trip to the restroom and then come back to find in my bed. My husband wouldn't do anything about this issue. One day he took her out of school early because she wanted to go shopping for an outfit for disneyland. We argued so that I told him he was stupid for doing what he was doing, that I wasn't happy anymore, and from this day on I do not want his daughter in my room. He was so angry that he told me if I didn't like it then he was going to pack up and leave with his daughter. I told him to leave because I didn't want him with me now that I know he does not care about me or that I'm six months pregnant with his baby. From that day forward my life and feeling about him and his daughter have changed and things have just gotten worse.