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It has been a while since my last entry. The adult, Lazy SD Princesses still are not out of my house, but I believe their day is coming. They were both out of town over the weekend when my husband asked if his SD from his first marriage (he raised her) could come to stay for 2-days during the week. She is 35 and her SM is having heart surgery and she wants to stop by and visit us on her journey to her SM's house. I said that was fine, but when were his Lazy SD Princesses going to move out of my house. My husband gave the usual "soon".
BBB's blog got me thinking (thank you) that I have allowed BM waaaay too much control over my emotions. I am ashamed to say that as a Mental Health Professional I should know better, but I suppose it's easier to dish the advice than take it, right? The thing is, BM will NEVER change (or at least no one except for BM can MAKE her change), so whether I am angry, sad, fearful etc. Bm will still just be BM. I have allowed myself to become a martyr that gets angry when others take advantage of me, whether that is the skids, BM , or even DH. I cannot continue to do that anymore.
I've got some of the basic stuff in there but I'm not really sure what you need when you get to the hospital and every list seems to be different. Help would be great
I saw this & immediately thought of BM & her sucking down the pixie sticks at SD9's birthday two years ago. (Meanwhile, lecturing the kids on how bad high fructose corn syrup was!)
http://store.cottonfactory.com/cf-1220.html
My son is almost 11 his (sperm donor) had just started paying child support in feb. of this year. It stopped in June because apparently the SD foot was rotting off or something idk. Of course he never told me I had to text and ask why I wasn't receiving cs. I check my space from time to time to see if he mentions being back at work. I happend to check his little gf's and supposedly they just got engaged on sat. I don't care about that but she's bragging about the ring. Hello how did he buy that if he can't even pay cs and is living with mommy again?
After reflecting back on the court case last week, and issues DH and I have had to deal with BM (DH for 6 years - myself for about 2 years - since she met me and we got married)
I have come to a couple realizations..... and have decided to stop allowing BM into my marriage and home emotionally.... She will no longer be a topic of discussion on any type of regular basis... at all!
DH and myself have spent so much energy on trying to figure her out, trying to keep her at least peaceful, and discussing her and her actions. Well, no more.
So my SD8 has very bad allergies. She's got seasonal allergies combined with cat allergies (cat is at BM's house) and so I have SD8 taking Zyrtec. Well, SD8 had an "accident" in her bed the other night and after trying to convince us that her "ceiling must have leaked!" (lord heavens, our roof does not leak!), she eventually told us she had a little accident. SD8 then spoke with BM a little later and BM convinced her that her little accident must have been caused by the Zyrtec.
So court yesterday was mostly a waste of time. Though it was good for a few laughs.
Someone please explain to me that when someone eats the last package of poptarts, it’s absolutely impossible for them to throw the box into the garbage which is sitting a mere three feet away. Not only is the box not thrown in the garbage, the empty wrapper is put back into the poptart box and the box is put back in the cabinet. Why???
Well it all started last night. After reading lots of posts over the past week and listening to all the advice we all give, I decided I needed a night out. Well, I guess SD was not happy about it. Apparently she was acting out all evening and FH decided to take her to bed early. Only, into our bed. So, when I got home, at 8:30 (EARLY) they were both sleeping. My turn for the couch, which was actually fine with me, because I just got the "Step Monsters" book and I was excited to start reading. Anyway, FH had to go to work at 3am this morning, which left me to get SD ready for school.
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