Oh SURE I, Majka, who works her butt off, and never asks for a thing… would LOVE to pay your bills, you POS BM.

This is my feelings right now… a little back story. I apologize that this will be long.

My DH has 2 children with BM, ages 3 and 4. The BM currently lives across the country.

OMG, I hate BM!!! She is such a bitch! My SO asked her to give us a 15 minute notice before showing up at our house and that sent her over the edge! Really?? Is that too much to ask for? She's shows up whenever she wants without any notification at all. I won't have that because she has been known to become physically violent with us and I do not want to run into her in my driveway...I don't believe that is too much to ask.

John Rosemond is a family psychologist who has a nationally syndicated newspaper colunm. For the most part, he is straight on with his answers to parents regarding their children, bio or step. I have often dropped the paper in my DH's lap whenever there's anything related to our situation. Whether you agree with John or not, his column is usually pretty interesting. The following is a question from his 10/24/10 column, thought it might hit home with a few of us.

SS was supposed to call SO on Saturday regarding getting together to watch a sporting event, their main thing to do together for the 5+ past years. SO and SS have not been speaking or seeing each other due to SS's histrionics / drama / delinquent tendencies, so it was a big deal that SO asked SS if he wanted to come over. SS didn't show and didn't call. SO was hurt, and pissed.

But being the kind of guy who keeps to himself, SO didn't even mention how he felt about it to me until after he finally did get a call, on Sunday, asking for money.

well i am almost 28 weeks or 7 months pregnant with twins and the stress that BM has giving me throughout this whole pregnancy has beeen giving me extra stress let alone the bitchyness from my MIL well today i was laying down when i started feeling alot of pain surge throughout my stomach so my DH took me to the hospital and they told me to relax because with twins its normal to go into labor early but not healthy for the babies so i need to just take things slow for the next 2 months and when i get home and try to relaxe in the bubble bath SS comes in and tells me he is about to go to BM

3 years ago the courts turned my step son over to my husband (his father) and myself, at first I was a little upset simply because I was about done raising kids, then I had to step back and remind myself that I didn't just marry my husband but when I married him that meant I accepted his children as well. So I embraced this whole new adventure I was about to be on. When he moved in and soon realized he had a pretty prominent case of ADHD going on, poor personal hygiene habits and a few other troublesome habits. He was 10 at the time we got him.

This was inspired by a Walmart greeter at the store near my house. He's a special guy who could care less that he is in full view of the public and acting like a very unevolved stereotypical caveman...scratching and picking and such...

WISH I WAS A GUY

Wish I was a guy.
I'd have it made.
Would grow a gut
and call it shade.

Standing to pee,
blowing snot rockets,
farting in bed,
pool in my pockets.

What fun it would be,
digging for gold,
out in public.
This is my goal.

This one was inspired by the first full great week I have had with my husband since near the beginning of our relationship. It was this past week and it was the result of starting meds that have helped me not obssess over the painful things DH has put me through this past year, evened out my mood swings, and helped me to not be so irritated by the little things. I thought this was the answer to my disliking SD problem. I knew I had been wrong the minute I woke up to the sound of SD's voince on her visit folling the great week.

*BORING POETRY ALERT*

I was just cruising online for a support group and stumbled on this site. Guess I'll introduce myself. I met my dh 4 years ago. We have EVERYTHING in common. We hardly ever argue.