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From bad to worse!

mom2011's picture

I started out liking my now SD okay. After we moved in together things changed, and I started to be more and more annoyed with her. Today, I literally feel sick knowing that she is coming to our house. Constantly complaining, crying, throwing fits to get her way. And I'm expected to baby her because she's not MY child? My DH and I never let my 2 girls (that live with us full time) get away with anything like that. But I get painted as the "mean" step-mother if I say anything to her because as soon as I even attempt to say anything she starts bawling her eyes out.

NOW I am expected to do a nearly 2 hr (round trip) drive every other weekend to pick her up on Friday nights?!?! I feel like crying, throwing up. I just thought that things would get better for us, and instead I feel worse and worse about the whole situation. I mean I have considered leaving my DH because I can't stand his daughter. Which makes me feel selfish and guilty. She isn't at our house very often, but I just don't know how I will handle this for the rest of my life. And I feel its not fair to him or her that I hate her so much.

BTW, I think he has a feeling that I don't like her, but I've never admitted it to him. How do these awful situations happen? How do you cope? I want to move on from this and not feel these strong feelings of hate. It's toxic and it's eating me up and I just want someone to help me get over this. Does anyone have advice?

mom2011's picture

He works 2nd shift and has always done the pick ups. The past couple of times he has asked me to do it so that he doesn't have to do it so late at night, and apparently now I am expected to do it everytime. His work is about 15 minutes from the BM's house. Our home is 45 minutes away. So, I drive 1/2 hour home from work then pick up my kids and drive another 45 minutes to pick up his daughter and then another 45 minute drive back home. As if my weekend wasn't already ruined by her being there, now my Friday's that I USED to have to spend as I chose are gone as well.

Anne Boleyn's picture

I started helping my FDH with pick ups for our weeknight visit since he works far away. It was an hour round trip for me. I was glad to help so we could have dinner at a decent time, etc... But then the kids wouldn't be ready when I got there. I asked him several times to be crystal clear to them that when I arrrived, always on time, at 6Pm that they needed to be packed, dressed, shoes on, stuff by the door. After a few times of arriving to everything but that and YSD purposely dragging her feet, making herself snacks while we waited, etc... I just quit.I told him there was no way I am wasting an hour of my time on them PLUS waiting around another 30 minutes while their obnoxious dog barks and jumps all over me. DONE.

If I were you, I'd quit. it is his problem.