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Bills, bills, bills.

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I need to vent for a minute or two before FH comes home.

The month of November was very difficult for us financially, and this month wasn't looking so hot either. FH is a car salesman and is on commision only, and I have had a difficult time finding a full time job. When FH recieves a check, 60% is automatically taken out until CS ($667) is paid. It's tough, especially when it's so slow that it takes him all month just to barely have the CS paid.

Told ya so.

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BM called FH while I was working and had a 45 minute conversation with him about SS5's attitude and how it's gotten out of control. Apparently, he had SD8 in tears when they got off the bus because he told everyone something embarassing or some crap.

I WILL smack you.

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There are some times when I’d love to smack FH, and this is one of those times.

I’ve heard “we need to ask the skids” all freaking night long. No, sir, we do NOT need to ask the skids what can and cannot go on in this house because they are children and we are adults.

Your attorney, my ass.

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FH is on the phone with BM.

A week or so ago, we filed papers to have the court enforce his visitation order, after one of BM's bat-shit-crazy moves where she refused to leave the kids with us and started screaming at me in front of my house. We also filed a motion to have a pick up/drop off location set up because she's no longer welcome at my home.

It wasn't funny. Now it is.

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FH left his phone here for me this morning because I lost mine the day before Thanksgiving. Well, BM calls just a few minutes ago and was just so freaking hateful. I shouldn't have even answered the phone, but I did.

Me: Hello?
BM: UH, FH?! (Like seriously, you knew it wasn't FH.)
Me: No, sorry. FH left his phone at home today. He's at work.
BM: WELL, DO YOU HAVE THE NUMBER??
Me: No, but I can get it for you, if you give me a sec.
BM: I CAN GET IT MY SELF! THANKS!

Do you want to cry about it?

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Less than a week ago BM told DH in not uncertain terms that I was not allowed to be around skids alone because I "talked about her". Skids are out for T'giving break and decided last night that they didn't want to be with their step dad's mom all day. BM calls DH last night around 7p and tells him that the skids want to stay the night, which means that they'll be here ALL DAY with me. Was I ever consulted about it? No. Did I have things to do today? Yes. Is that out the window now? Yes. OK, well, I'll get over that. It's the almost constant whining that's beginning to get on my nerves.

Duh.

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On what planet does a healthy 5 year old boy wear a size 2T?

This is the second weekend that SS has come to our home wearing a size 2T. He's 5 years old and in a size 5! The first time this happend, I had picked him up from school and the poor kid looked like he could barely breathe. SD was also wearing a shirt that was 3 sizes too small (she's in a 9, but was wearing a 6). FH complained to BM about it, and she claimed that she was "so busy" that she didn't notice. Er, I know SS. He doesn't get dressed by himself. She would have known.

I want to scream.

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BM has been acting like the bitchwhore she is all week. She's nice to FH for 10 minutes, and suddenly it's all ok. I've been treated like dirt. Skids are here. All they've hollered is, "I miss mommy. I wanna call mommy." They've been here less than 45 minutes. She's brainwashed them. I hate to say this because they're so young, but I want them out of my house. I can't even sit in our bedroom with the door closed without FH coming up and asking me what my problem is. Grr.

Dear BM,

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I'm sorry that you seem to have this delusion that you can control what goes on in OUR (eg., not your) home. For your sake, I would suggest that you get your head out of your ass now. I don't care if your kids are here or not. When they're here, it's because it's LEGALLY FH'S TIME. Not your's, you big dummy. And when you show up at my house Saturday, like I know you will, you'll get one warning to get the hell off my property and then guess what? YOU'RE GOING TO JAIL, and I'll be laughing the whole time. You cannot take those kids out of this home when it's FH's time. Period. Try it.

"My name is Olivia, and I'm a stepmom."

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Finally!

Some sort of a support group.

I never asked to be a stepmom, but BM has made me feel like I’m inept.

I’m 21 years old, and I’m engaged to be married to a wonderful man (he’s 31) on April 2, 2011. He’s been married before, and as a result, has two wonderful children. SD is 8, and SS is 5. It started off wonderful. BM had no problems with me being around the children or watching them. Perhaps she thought that I wouldn’t be around long. Who knows, but as we get closer to our wedding date, she’s progressively getting worse.

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