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I wanted to hear your opinion on this. Would you ever want to have peace w/biomom and carry out a civilized relationship? A relationship where you can talk comfortably without thinking in the back of your mind that she is up to something evil. Or is this impossible? Is it just in nature that new wife & exwife just do not get along?
HooBoy, that was nuts. My husband does this occasionally, sits eveyone down and picks at topics that you thought were okay. The things that my husband had for me was about stepson's (17) moblie phone and girlfriend (14). Ugh.
Boyfriend's daugther comes over for the first time in a long time the Friday of Mother's Day weekend. She was on her way to a school function, but it was sold out so her mom dropped her off at our house to spend the night (again, no advanced notice)but we were home and it was fine. She made it clear that she had nothing else to do and spent the whole time with my daughter (which was also fine with me). The following morning she was supposed have worked at 12:00 noon (it was raining and her job is subject to the weather).
Hi All,
Well, I've had a couple of issues that I keep putting on the back burner and they have been simmering for awhile now.
My stepson and I does not have a close relationship, sometimes I feel he hates me. My husband was at a meeting and couldn't pick up his son. Yesterday I got the honor of picking up my stepson from school. I was anticipating a sad and angry face from him when he sees me picking him up. But I was wrong, he was happy to see me and my daughter. I was relieved and happy. I tried talking to him more and he was such a good boy yesterday, I couldn't believe it, he wasn't ignoring me for once! What a change.
One night recently our youngest son mentioned that he was putting some things, some humourous, on his web page. It sounded funny and said give us the web address and we'll look at it. Now he's defensive. First he says he can't remember the address, we said that we sure didn't believe that. Then he said that he didn't tell us about it so we could invade his privacy and said that he'll just get rid of it. May I ask, what privacy? You have it posted on the web.
I don't know how the rest of you feel and I know a lot of your situations are different but I am starting to feel stifled by the daily stresses of our situation. My SD rides the bus home every day from school to the end of our street and biomom is supposed to pick her up at the bus stop on her days, well the last 3 weeks she's been late and of course SD then comes to our house. This has started to bug me because I really need those days off with no interruption in order to recharge my batteries.
Ladies, I wanted to just share with you what I've been through. Just thought it might help with what our next decision will be, what ever it might be. Since I was 12, my parents always argued about everything, at that time I didn't really know what was going on except that I know my mom just truly hated my father. I didn't know what exactly the reason why because they would fight about everything. As a child, I heard and saw everything that went on between them.
Well, I have been plugging along for the last few days and the heat here in GA has been climbing into the 90's. Yes, it's been quite warm and sunny here. I am still fighting this battle with the dermatitis on my hands, and can hardly hold a pen so much of any correspondence is now typed. And even though I had been taking the Benadryl every four hours to help with the intense itching, it is like eating M and M's now. I awoke in the middle of the night with the intense heat coming from my hands, it just about unbearable.
My husband got into talking this weekend. Talking about how he was feeling about things. Talking about some stresses at his job. Talking about how he wants to see where he wants to go professinally. Plus he said he felt better getting it out on the table. How refreshing.