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5 day visit with both s-brats...

LRP75's picture

So my H had this brilliant idea to have BOTH of the twins on the same visit. For those of you who may not know my situation, I assure you: He canNOT handle both of them at the same time. So typically he only has one per visit, because one of them is all he can handle. Ever seen an episode of Super Nanny? Well, multiply the worst kid you've seen on there by ten, then multiply it by two since there are two of them.

These kids are f*cking atrocious.

Anyway, he decided to have BOTH of them for 5 days. So I decided to go out of town for the holiday. I managed to find somewhere to stay for Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights. However, trying to stay Saturday night would have been over-staying my welcome. So I'm back home. Sad

I've managed to avoid having to acknowledge their birthday (it was on the 16th). Frankly, I have zero desire to celebrate the day they were born. I know how cruel and horrible of a person that I am for even admitting that I feel that, let alone the fact that I actually feel that way. But, well, it's how I feel.

So far, I've managed to just stay in my craft room. Thankfully, they were out doing something when I came home, so I had a few moments of peace before they invaded my home again.

Then the same ol' bullshit started: Fighting, arguing, whining, crying, throwing things (was that the remote to MY tv?), stomping around, slamming doors, and screaming ("I HATE YOU!")...

Since I'm in the basement and haven't even had the displeasure of having to look at them or speak to them yet, I am relegated to having to listen to the nonsense through the floorboards.

Honestly, I resent them so much. When I found that one of the little assholes had scribbled my sons face out of that chalk drawing - and neither would own up to it or apologize - I just cannot even bring myself to even PRETEND that I like them. There was NO recourse for the culprit that committed such a heinous crime. I have not been made solvent for that in any way, shape, or form. They completely got away with it. And it makes me absolutely sick to my stomach. I've realized that it's not even so much the ruining of the drawing that hurt me so much, it's what the act represented: They scribbled my sons face out - like they want him dead or something. Or, more like they just don't want him to be a part of the family. What their act represents cut me to the core of my very being.

They are evil, horrible, nasty, nasty, nasty little f*ckers.

I'm over them. I will NEVER put myself out there for them again. They get NOTHING from me. NOTHING. I can't even bring myself to acknowledge that they are alive.

On an interesting note: My H has NOT attempted to address the fact that I avoid his children like they have the plague. I don't ask him about them. I won't talk about them. Even when he tries to discuss them, I just pretend to listen in silence, then I change the subject after (what I feel) is an appropriate amount of time. I can sense that my H is hurt, and even sometimes angry, but he won't talk to me about it. I think he knows that he won't be able to handle the shit storm that comes his way if he does. I'll f*ck his world up with the truth - the truth that he already knows: Things are like this because of HIM. This is HIS fault. HE is the one who has failed to do his job as a father and consequently everyone who comes into contact with those brats pays a price. I have been kicked in the proverbial nuts by him over and over and over again.

I was NOT made solvent over their last heinous violation of my trust and my life.

I know that I need to let it go, but I can't. Actually, let me rephrase that: I don't want to let it go. Why? Because it reminds me of what those kids are capable of.

On another, another note: When I came home, SD had left a bunch of trash on the end table. So I put it on her pillow. I heard her comment to my H about it. I hope he brings it up to me. If he does, I'm going to say, "I thought she was keeping it for some reason since she didn't throw it in the trash. So I put it on her pillow so she wouldn't lose it."

F*ck it.

AND, gross, gross, gross, she left her underwear in the small bathroom. The bathroom that is next to the living room. WHY is her underwear in that bathroom? I have no idea. Gross. So I kicked it into the vestibule so that it would be where everyone could see it when they walked through the door. I hope she was embarrassed. Probably not, but still it made ME feel better.

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stepmomto3bioto1's picture

Wow!! They sound like quite the disaster!!! Eek. I don't blame you one bit for disengaging like you have!
I love your idea of putting their trash & things they leave all the place on their beds. I think I'll have to steal that idea from you!!!

Atleast you were able to be gone most of their visit. I'm betting your DH hasn't brought it up to you because he already knows why you've made yourself scarce. He's avoiding it cause he knows he needs to get them reined in & he's failed at doing that. There is no way that he wouldn't know that!!!!

LRP75's picture

Steal away! I used to do that to my son, until he figured out that it was just best to throw his trash away instead of leaving it laying around. Now he picks up after himself. Wink

One thing my H just doesn't "get," is that I don't have any higher or more expectations for his children than I had for my own. I used the same tactics to make a point to my son that I use to make with his kids. The only difference is that apparently my son is a whole hell of a lot smarter than the skids are, because he learned. These kids just never seem to learn. They are little ego-maniacs running around - EVERYTHING is about them, their wants and their desires - and be damned to whoever gets in the way.

I look forward to the day that they end up in jail.

LRP75's picture

Thanks for thinking of me! I haven't been on here in a while, I just don't even have the energy to bitch about things anymore.

Today is the last day of their visit. I asked my H when they are supposed to meet up and he said, "5 or 6."

Crap. It's going to be a long, long day. I think I'll go spend the day at Starbucks or something.

LRP75's picture

I decided to just leave instead. I went up to the bookstore, bought a book on LSAT prep. Read it there for a while. Went out to breakfast by myself and now I am sitting at the library. I might get together with a friend later, which will be nice. By the time all is said and done, the monsters should be out of my house and back to the vagina that brought them into this world.