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Its been a hot minute since I've been on.
5/28 I posted about my mom being on hospice and my sister's cancer dx timeline being shortened. Thank you all for your replies at the time. I'm sorry I did not get back to everyone, my sister passed on 6/11 at 46 years old.
Mom is still doing pretty well on hospice, so we feel lucky in that sense.
Hi everyone! Its been awhile since I posted an update. I do pop in from time to time but steplife remains (relatively) peaceful for me so thankfully not too much to post about!
Bratty McBratFace, now 27 years old, started med school a month ago in the Chicagoland area. She was so happy to be accepted and seems to be very motivated to succeed in her career.
I googled "Co-Regulation" and see nothing but positive articles, lots of Parent/Child relationship stuff and some Partner/Spouse stuff. But nothing about what I vibe is going on with a friend of mine and her partner. The partner tells my friend they need to "Co-Regulate" each other but to me it looks like "Partner" is looking to manipulate and control my friend via these f*cking needy-as-hell "Co-Regulation" demands.
Over the past month, I have felt my anxiety level slightly increasing. I've done so well in the past with detaching from skid s***, but I feel this creeping fog rolling in.
So last night was horrible for SO. I did cave in and go to the pre dinner. SO pleased to not make him go alone. I am glad i went. SDs step dad was dressed up so we knew he would also be walking. SD never told SO that her stepdad was still going to do this. Even though my SO had asked if it was just him and BM several times. Each girl had pictures of growing up and SO was not in one of them. Her step dad and step brothers were in several. My SO almost broke down he was so upset. I didn't go to the game but watched it live stream.
So stepgrandson had his first birthday party which we were invited to. Unfortunately they scheduled his party for early afternoon and time scheduled to end was 4pm, which would have meant DD9 wouldn’t be able to attend as she gets out of school at 3. I communicated this to SS24 who said “oh” but he didn’t change the time which was fine.
Because I'm tired of being a 'stepmother'.
I hate it, actually.
I hate the disrespect, the attitude.
I hate the apathy.
I hate the wasted time, emotions, sanity.
All the best years of my life are over and wasted on a brat that could care less if I was alive or dead.
Let me reiterate, *ahem* I DETEST BEING A STEPMOTHER.
Step child comes around and it makes me catch my breath.
Like a medium-sized black hole sucking the joy out of life.
A bottomless pit of anger and resentment.
My heart has become an abyss.
I'm back after spending 14 days in Scotland and England. We dropped off my second oldest for grad school at St. Andrews Scotland
10 days in London...
I loved the UK...I must say
Your public transit is AMAZING....
I loved all the sites and the food...you all know what a proper portion size is..for the first time in forever I didn't have to take over 1/2 of my meal home.
Scotland...specifically ST. Andrews...BEAUTIFULL...loved all of it. I cannot wait to go back there.
Hey everyone, first time posting and I'm afraid I've come to vent!!
Bit of background, I've been with my husband 6 1/2 years and between us we have 4 young adults
Both of us split with our exes years ago when the kids were much younger
Am I crazy? My god, my parents were not perfect but they did encourage independence. By 36, I owned a house and a mountain cabin and had a fulfilling life outside of my parents. Although I continued my relationships with them and their partners, I didn't feel the need for them to pamper me during holidays.