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Disclaimer: Not really looking for advise, just a vent, but feedback is always appriciated 
*Sigh* I am about a month or so away from having back surgery, for a herniated L5-S1 Disk, that is compressing my sciatic nerve, and causing nerve damamge in my left leg.
ok so my daughter is having a rough time with her bio dad, the kid is only 7 and stressing to the point of going to a counselor about issues with her dad.
She finally got up the nerve to talk to her dad this last weekend about how his fighting and cussing is making her uneasy at his house in front of bio's mom and step dad.
I made many promises to my husband on our wedding day as did he to me. I don't remember promising him to take care of his kids, helping him take care of himself and his kids. I remember he and I both promising to take care of each other and our marriage. I promised to allow him the space to fulfill his responsibilites to his children, but not at the expense of our marriage. I remember him promising to put me above all others.
Hi All, I couldn't believe I found this site. At least I know I'm not alone. I do have a little bit of a different situation though. I am married to a widowed man with two sons, ages 20 and 17. Their mother died of cancer 7 years ago. We have been together 4 years, married 1 year. The 20 year old SS is absolutely wonderful! He could have been my own. I try and do treat them both like they are my own. My husband who is retired military was very hard on his oldest son. Very strict.
This has been bugging me since Christmas Day. DH and I havn't spoken to SD 19 for two years. She was very upset when we announced our engagment, wrote a letter to DH, to go on with his life if she weren't in it. So, on Christmas day, we were about to pick up SS14 and SS13, who we see EOW...BM sent text to DH "what about Mary/SD19, she is your kid too?" So to avoid argument with BM ...DH told her we were going over to MIL's house which is closer to BM than to our house. BM says she would jump them off at MIL's house. So, we go out crab a couple gifts for SD19.
The fighter is an awesome movie, and mark wahlberg is gorgeous, as always.
And somehow christian bale is still hotttt, even as a skinny crackhead.
Okay it is wikipedia but it sparked my interest.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinderella_effect
I think it stems from deeply rooted jealousy?
:jawdrop: Hubby and I are sitting on our respective couches relaxing, watching Seinfield, catching up with each other about our day. He had conference calls on the hour every hour. I worked from home, so I get all the calls. BD woke up in pain...cramps...had her pop some Advil, put the heating pad on her belly, gave her breakfast and sent her to school. A few hours later, the school calls...she's in the nurse's office...more cramps...told the nurse to give her advil and let her rest then send her back to class. Two hours later, I was at the school picking her up...dr.
My DH and I got in a terrible argument a few days ago after he met with SD32 and she admitted that, not only is she knocked up AGAIN (#5), but this time she married the thug! Oh, and she also dropped out of nursing school. I have said on more than one occasion that this convicted crack dealer isn’t welcome in our home so she deflected all the shady crap she’s been pulling off on to me because she doesn’t feel “comfortable” around me since I don’t want anything to do with the “love of her life and husband.” That was her reason for screwing up our Christmas….
