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Getting angry at the TV

Storm76's picture

I'm sure it's nothing new, seeing awful depictions of step parents & getting annoyed, but yesterday I saw a real life one on a game show.

This guy was speaking to the host before starting the game & had a picture of his daughter, from when he was married - "She's everything to me, she's wonderful, she's the best thing in my life" he gushes. Then he turns to smile at someone in the audience, "who's that?" asks the host, "oh, my girlfriend".

Relief, happiness, and finally hope

steppinginsf's picture

I am so happy to post something happy!
FH and I have had the hardest 6 or so months since we got engaged. Our dating life changed (of course), to trying to create a family. Many of you have seen my posts about his permissive/guilt parenting, SS10 has been his "partner" for 8 or so years before me, etc.
FINALLY-- a great, great, weekend together. We truly have been doing nothing buy fighting for many months, barring 10 days together away without SS in January. But once we were back, it was all back to the same terrible and destructive patterns.

OT: Am I the only adult tomboy on here?

StepMadre's picture

I'm getting a laugh out of all the Valentine's Day gift descriptions and I think my husband got off the hook easily with me because I don't care two owls hoots about Valentine's Day! I looooooved Valentine's Day when I was a kid because it meant lots of little paper valentines in my brown paper bag at school and hopefully lots of chocolate. Biggrin

Do any of you ever get tired

Crizzle's picture

of hearing "you knew he had kids, so you knew what you were getting into"? I am soooo sick of hearing this. No, I did not know what I was getting into. He only had every other weekend visitation when we got married and it wasn't so bad then. It was a lot easier. He didn't get custody of them until we had been married for four years. Now they live with us 24/7. Everyone says "think of how they feel." Blech. Doesn't anyone give a damn about how I feel? Does my sanity not matter because I am an adult? I mean really.

Fighting

sadstep's picture

I feel like I'm fighting, After reading that post to myself, I feel like I'm fighting all the time, I feel like I'm backed into a corner and I'm being forcefed EVERything. Here you're expected to do this, you're expected to do that.

"What is she doing for us now, no, Let's look at what she's not doing for us." It's all about them, him, their schedule, his schedule. "why is she not happy to be doing all this for us." And when V-day came I got taken out to dinner with everyone else.

Skids this weekend and now I'm feeling wrung out.

sadstep's picture

OMG, it never ceases to amaze me how detached he can be. He actually came in Friday night to yell at me for not preparing the bed for ss11. I work all week and teach Group fitness at night. Yeah I work out a lot. but they are not my kids. So he's home - worked out of town Monday Tuesday Wednesday. Home all day Thursday and Friday. He actually came back to say something to me about the brats bed. Opened up his mouth and then stopped. Yes, he stopped. Thankfully, because I was going to have to tell him the way it is. I'm not the maid, nor the chef, nor the nanny.

help! My adult ss is ruining my marriage!

poisonapple's picture

I've tried to be nice. I've tried to be patient. But I don't know how much longer I can take it! SS25 has no ambition whatsoever. He is lazy, he is a slob, and he doesn't care about anyone but himself. He works part time (no more than 12 hours a week) at a local pizza joint. He is not compelled AT ALL to get a full time job, or even another part time job. We pay his car insurance, he pays no rent, and buys no food. Basically, he contributes absolutely NOTHING to the home. Once in a blue moon he'll prepare dinner for DH and I.

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