Memories of the vacation from hell with the stepkids
I haven't done any chapters from the past Bratty McBratface style but if I did this vacation would be a whole chapter and it would be titled the "Disney Vacation from Hell" or "the big breakup at the Carribean Beach Resort pool parking lot".
Guess just what showed up in my facebook memories today? That's right. THE vacation from hell with the stepkids. This was the event that led me to this site. I keep seeing posts about "should I vacation with the stepkids" and "what's going to happen if I vacation with the stepkids" and of course "disney dad." so I think its kind of fitting that the memories showed up today.
So here is my cautionary tale. Don't let what happened to me happen to you.
Facebook says it was eight years ago today! IT was Younger SD's 12 birthday. Mind you I live in Florida but I paid for a Disney vacation for me, him, my three kids, his two kids, and a friend of SD's. We didn't have to do plane tickets. I'm less than two hours form Disney and I was a Disney passholder and had passes for two of mine. He used to work at the monorail and still had friends at Disney and I have a friend who works for Disney so we got Sd's and friend in for free but I paid for everything else. I booked three rooms at the Carribean Beach resort side by side for several days and it wasn't cheap. I also paid for the food. It was very expensive. So most of the time it was me and my three off together at the parks and it was he and older SD together and younger Sd and her friend went off together. So last day we didn't go to the parks. We went to Downtown Disney. Since my kids and I were annual passholders, we went to Disney a lot. We took them to the Rainforest Cafe and said, "Here's where we have reservations for dinner tonight. Can't wait! Isn't this place amazing?" Older SD even helped my littles pick out their outfits to wear for dinner. We went back to the hotel and were swimming in the pool at our resort when over swims DD's dad (she wasn't born yet) and older SD and I get hit with, "Now don't be mad but we want to go to dinner tonight just us. We want to use our reservation for the Rainforest Cafe but we don't want you and your kids to go cause we want daddy daughter time. Oh but we want to bring younger SD's guest just not yall.. and we want you to pay for it."
I remember blogging on my ipad on that hammock at the resort upset and crying and so incredible hurt and feeling so used. Everyone here gave me courage and he and I had it out right there in the parking lot and we broke up. We ended up at the McDonalds on Disney property (the most expensive in the world, I think) where I was crying and still blogging on Steptalk and then we drove home. Disney vacation over.
and I never vacationed with Stepkids ever again. (I did do a day trip with them to Universal Studios for Halloween Horror nights and they still didn't learn their lesson and me either apparently). He and I did end up getting back together many, many months later and therefore I now have DD6 but yep that's what happens when you vacation with Disney dad and ungrateful stepkids. They use to follow me on Instagram and get mad about all the fun trips we did that they were invited to anymore and I'd say, "Nope. I'm going to leave you guys to do daddy/daughter time." He of course would never pay for them to do anything fun so they all shot themselves in the foot. "Don't get mad,"they said. Well I definitely got mad. And the funny thing is I spent a lot of years here in stephell cause of older SD but you know what? We are ok now. She texts me once every two weeks. She has a relationship with DD. She's not a bad kid. She was just never parented and he wouldn't do it cause of divorce guilt. She once asked me why I got so mad and why we broke up when she just wanted some alone time with dad. So I said, "Imagine your grandmother invites you on a cruise and she foots the entire bill. She also pays for your guest. You have dinner plans on ship that she arranged and planned. You help grandpa pick out his tie and suit to wear to dinner that night at the Captain's table but then you go to grandma and say, "I don't want you to go. I just want it to be my and my dad and my sister and her guest and I still want you to pay for it." She got it. She did.