I had a step dad.. acquired him when I was about 10. I couldn't stand him when I was a teenager.. simply because he wouldn't put up with my shit and I resented that... A LOT! But after I moved out, we got along great.. I grew up and realized that he only wanted the best for me and his household. I called him "dad".... even though I am close with my dad. My dad never had any issues with it, in fact when my step dad passed, my dad and his wife sent a beautiful arrangement to the funeral home.

I don't really refer to my dad's wife as my step mom, because... I'm not really sure why?? I guess because from the time they were married and now I've probably visited less than 10 times total?? and maybe because I never lived with her, so she's never played the "mom" roll? I really don't know.. I just call her by her first name. I live on the east coast, they live on the west coast so they generally only visit once every couple of years. But I like her a lot. She is a VERY kind and caring person and I enjoy spending time with her when they DO come and visit.

I honestly was just thinking today that I am very blessed to have the wonderful family, extended family, friends etc that I do. And I really do wish that I could have a decent relationship with skids. I don't like NOT getting along with people.. I really don't. And quite honestly skids and BM's and sometimes MIL are the only people I just don't get along with.

Grandpa Arvis... God bless him. He and his wife (not my real grandmother) treated us like we were blood. They were the only grandparents I knew on my mom's side as my "real" ones were both dead. He had a farm and would take us out to see the cows and horses. He's also the one who told me that if you don't stick your tongue in the place where a tooth fell out then you would grow a gold one. Grandma had the most beautiful collection of oil lamps and I remember spending hours trying to figure out which one had a genie in it. My dad, a tough military guy, cried at my "step" grandfather's funeral. Love is truly thicker than blood.

My paternal grandmother died when my Dad was 10. Grandpa remarried (not sure when) and Dad gained a stepmother. She was a mother and grandmother to both steps and bios (she had a bio son) and treated us all with the same generosity, love, and warmth. Dad called her Ma. I loved her very much and have MANY happy memories of being with Grandma in her kitchen and a not-so-happy one of getting my finger caught in her ringer washer. In the final years of her life (long after Grandpa passed), my Dad's oldest sister took care of 'Ma' until she passed away at home. The entire family grieved at her loss. She was a loving and wonderful lady.

My maternal grandparents both passed away when my Mom was barely out of her teens. Her boss was a lovely lady who looked at my mother as another daughter and she and her husband unofficially 'adopted' her. She called them Mom and Pop. Like my other Grandma, these grandparents treated my mother like their own daughter and all of us children like we were their bio-grandkids. I loved every minute of my time with them.

no particular fond memories, but i have two stepparents, and three stepgrandparents. aside from mom's husband, every step in the family carries no distinction from any other member. mom's (s.mom) mother even came to live with us at one point, if i recall correctly it was probably about a year. she introduced my brother to olive-loaf and cream cheese sandwiches, and used to squeal like h3ll whenever a critter was brought into the house.

but yeah, none of my grandparents were ever treated any differently, regardless of blood relation or not.

My grandfather is married to someone who is not my grandmother, who died when I was 12. They divorced before I was born. I don't consider her a step-grandmother, though. They e been married for about 15 years. She used to visit with him about once a year. She came to my wedding with him and took it upon herself to to be openly, vocally racist towards my husband and step kid. She is no longer welcome in my parents home or ours, and I don't believe she has been welcome to visit my aunts and uncles since then either.

I never had any GPS. Three were deceased long before my birth and the fourth died when I was a toddler.

My parents hated each other and there was strife and constant low-level chaos, followed by the upheaval of divorce when I was twelve. My sister went to live with Dad, and I stayed with mom and got a SF.

My SF was a game changer in my life. He was calm, he didn't buy into the drama my mother was so fond of, and he gave me a lot of undivided attention. He retired right before marrying my mom, so we spent lots of time together. And, SF disciplined me, fairly and consistently. He was my safe harbor while my mother was always freaking out about my delinquent older sister's latest escapades, and exactly what I needed at exactly the right time in my life. SF passed away from cancer when I was twenty. His ashes are on my mantle.

I had a stepgrandpa. I didn't even know he was my STEP-grandpa until I was in jr high. I guess I never put two and two together that my dad is a big white dude and my grandpa was a short Mexican man. My dad has his name as his middle name. I just never thought about it... oh, we did have different last names too. Yeah, I wasn't that quick on the uptake. I loved my grandpa, he was the most amazing man I have ever met. Married my grandma when my dad was 2 (and changed his name because my dad was named after his dad, who was an alcoholic deadbeat) . He took in my dad and his 4 brothers and 1 sister and treated them like they were his very own. He, was a TRUE man. I miss him ever day of my life. I wish my kids could have met him. And my husband too. I am a better person today because of him.

Dup...

My step grandma was rude and abrasive. She passed away earlier this year and even the preacher at the funeral called her a tough nut to crack. My only grandma died young in 1989. I barely remember her. I would have loved a grandma figure but that lady had no intentions of filling the role.

I had a stepfather from age 7 to 12. I liked him well enough, but I had a step sister that was 1 1/2 years older than me and she was 1 1/2 years younger than my brother. She got him into trouble a lot with my stepfather. Looking back I know my mom had a lot of issues with her. She would have been 13 or 14 when they divorced.

My dad married his wife when I was in my early 20's and they were married for 15 years. She passed away this past January. I wasn't too fond of her but we got along well enough, and I was respectful of her. I never called her my step mother though, always dad's wife.

My grandparents on dad's side divorced and remarried when I was about 5, they both had someone waiting in the wings. So I had a step grandmother and step grandfather, but they never seemed to be steps. I called them by their names but they are family. I'm pretty close to my grandfather's wife, more so than my biological grandmother. I still visit her even though my poppy passed away 4 years ago.

My Step Dad is my DAD. Even though my bio father lives across the street. My parents divorced when I was 14 (bio dad cheated on my mom with a woman I babysat for for 2 years. They now live across the street and she's still married to her husband? I don't know-not my circus).

My mom was a SAHM for most of my younger childhood years. She worked side jobs but with my Bio dad being a higher ranked CO she didn't really need to make much money. He controlled the finances. I taught my mom how to valence a checkbook. I was also the one that told her he was definitely cheating-because his mistress's husband told me. My mom found a good job, but he cleaned her out in the divorce and would hold her portion of assets hostage in an escrow account. This went on for 2 years. We were at that point homeless and bounced between family members' homes while the court kept postponing hearings surrounding the escrow accounts and child support that he was constantly fighting to lower. My mom first lawyer sucked and the second wasn't a whole lot better. I disengaged from him and his mistress for 10 years. I still refuse to acknowledge her presence. She doesn't bring anything positive to the table. She's a liar and con artist that thinks she shits gold.

Anyway, my mom's job wasn't enough and I started working while I was in high school to supplement our income. My mom didn't want me to, but I wanted to and I did. I was almost 16 when my step dad sold his house and moved into the place my uncle had rented two towns over. They used that money to build the house that we would live in (and still do) across from my bio dad. My mom grew up here, her whole family lives here, literally, on this street (3 uncles, my gram and various cousins). Over the years my bio dad's family moved to the same street. Apart from my mom and bio-dad, we all coexist just fine and even my parents are on cordial terms. My bio dads family loves my mom and they stay in contact.

When my step dad moved in and began contributing to the house I didn't have to work as much. He didn't want me working at all, but I liked working. He took over managing finances with my mom and I got to go back to being a kid. His daughter, my step sister lived a town over and would come hang out frequently. We get along great, were very different but we're the same age and we just always gelled. My younger sister likes our step sister but they don't have a lot of interaction with one another but we're all here on Christmas and we're all always included in engagement and family photos because we are a family.

When I moved home from college and a short 3 year stint in NYC he co-signed my car loan for me. He also signed the loan that I'm using to renovate my house down the street. If it wasn't for him I wouldntt have half of what I do. He can be a major PIA to live with and he's pretty gruff 90% of the time but he has never treated me any different than his own daughter.