Backstory: SS has occasionally complained about "his heart." That is, that when he runs a lot (he is very athletic) he gets out of breath and gets palpitations. He told both his mom and his dad. BM had done nothing about it. DH was worried -- so he asked a friend who does mobile ultrasound to ultrasound the heart. The result was:

3 leaky vales and thickening of the mitral valve flap.

I must be one mean ass ol' b*tch -- because I would be telling the brat to just suck it up already. But noooo... DH is catering to him, let me get you some water, why don't you take a shower, here's a cold washcloth, etc.

SS is crying hysterically, blubbering, sniveling, boogers running all over the place. Literally, acting like he's dying.

WHY is SS crying you ask? Because he, "doesn't feel good."

DH asking me, "Do you have a thermometer?"

Me, "No."

The kid doesn't need a thermometer. He needs to do the things you told him to and to stop crying.

There was a family get-together today for the holiday. I was hesitant to go because, well, I don't care for my in-laws a whole lot. Also, I really, really, REALLY wanted a break from SS.

However, I've bailed on the last 3 get-togethers so it was time I pay my dues. Although, I did insist on driving myself -- so I could leave when I wanted to and not have to drive with SS in the car.

that DH allows his kids to climb into our bed. I've brought this up to him before -- and he has done NOTHING to stop it.

It makes me SICK to know that his kids were laying on my pillows.

I wouldn't let my kid lay on DH's pillows.

It's just not right.

I think that I feel that my bed = my intimate space. To have someone else come lay in it feels like a huge violation.