So if you've followed my story, I am disengaged for so many reasons. I can't seem to do or say anything right in the presence of the skids. DH always watches to critique me after I am around them. It is really horrible. Anyway, he picks them both up (ages 16 and 19) weekly and takes them to dinner. I may be around them once a month or every other month. As far as my Facebook, when we first got together, DH asked me to block BM and befriend the kids because BM would look at our business and if we went on a trip or did anything fun, she would start demanding more money.

I haven't posted in awhile well because....things have been going really great. Honestly, the step kiddos are growing up and not coming around much to reak havoc on the old marriage. DH takes them to dinner every week without me and that's ok with me. No fights, no nothing for us! The only thing we really would fight about is the stepkids!!! Well, after dinner this past week, DH tells me that SD19 wants to move in with us. What?!? Now if anyone has followed my blogs, this would not be good for my marriage. First of all, SD19 is not a go getter.

If you have been following my blog, you know what I have been dealing with. I knew deep down in my heart that DH would never believe what act his precious Soon to be 19 year old puts on. This past week has been a hard one for us. I had a serious health scare. I don’t want to go into too much detail just to keep my privacy on here in case he ever found this page. But anyway, it was serious, yes I could have died and I’ve been laid up. Many friends have been checking on me, etc. Neigher SD has even bothered to send a text like hope you’re feeling better or any.

So after hearing DH talk to his ex last night, things even started to bother me more. They are planning on meeting for breakfast or at a food place next weekend with SD to talk to her about what's going on with her. It's eating at me. SD is 18. Why should DH have to go sit with BM and SD to have talks? I told him this morning that it was bothering me. I woke up with a migraine from the stress of it. I tried to talk rationally and explain how it made me feel. It's not my daughter....I'm insecure....I'm always causing issues....blah, blah, blah was his answers.