SD17's mom is homeless. She got to the deadline her father had made with her on how long she could stay with him and his wife. Guess what SD17 asked me and DH? It's completely laughable, but really not a laughing matter. SD doesnt get it. It's actually very mean of BM to put SD in that position to ask us. Even if she wasn't the BM, something is really wrong with you when you grow up your entire life in one area and then can't find anyone to stay with for 1 to 2 nights. And isn't that always how it starts with unwanted visitors? Just one night? I was dumb the previous week and agreed to letting BM take a shower at our house before going to work. Now if you take a shower at someone else's house don't you take your change of clothes with you into the bathroom so you can come out fully dressed? BM came out wrapped in a towel and acted like she was afraid of being seen and needed to hurry up the stairs to SD's bedroom to get to her clothes.
So SD flipped because her we said no about her mom staying with us. She grabbed a bunch of her clothes and left. She came back two days later, took a shower, grabbed more clothes and left again. Next day she comes back, stays one night acting all rude, and then leaves again saying in a message she is with her mom and will be back in 5 days. SD had been living with is during quarintine and she seemed and acted like a decent person. Before quarintine she had been living with a friend because she refused to move to a new town and into a new home with us the previous year. She tried it for a couple of days, didnt like her room, and moved in with her GF. When she came back during quarintine her brother let her have the upstairs and he moved into the other room she didnt like. He says he prefers the smaller room.
I really want her room. It's the biggest room. It takes up the entire second level. I want it to put all of the stuff that doesnt fit downstairs. I'm tired of having things like fishing gear, my office for my homework, my clothes (actual few that I have), in one small bedroom (cute but really tiny). I feel selfish for wanting to take the room for myself and at the same time I feel like I'm entitled because I pay for a house that I dont get to use the other half of and she is rarely ever here anyway because she hates us and doesnt want to live here. Typical words of a teenager but then she really does stay gone for long periods of time. All she has upstairs is just a few things in a huge room. It looks like a bare room. All the rest of her things she keeps elsewhere. She's wanted furniture and we've bought it for her but then she moves out with it and leaves it or destroys it. Other furniture she requests is way too expensive. So this huge room with barely anything in it and rarely ever anyone in it is just sitting there. I feel like I'm paying for half a house. But she's only 17, should have her own room, and should feel like she is part of the family. I lost all motivation for the caring stepparent role. A person can only take so much and have so much patience until it becomes damaging to take any more of the toxicity. But not everyone understands how it ends up like that because they think a stepparent should never give up and be always ready to forgive. What have I turned into?