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Okay, so my SD8 has her figure skating show all weekend. Who is the one that made sure she has everything ready? Has her hair and makeup done? Whose costume fits and is put on correctly? How gets her flowers and takes responsibility for everything??? ME ME ME!!! I don't mind but no appreciation. Guess what the Socio (BM) isn't even showing up!! Go figure, I'm actually happy.
With the last episode with the BM and the hair gel and her sending my SS17 into MY house to remove it from where I said to put it, I told my husband things were going to change, and change from this point on.
With my SS11, he is no longer allowed to bring anything in MY house from his mother, she can keep the shit at her house. He is also not allowed to keep anything in his brother's room from BM or SS17 will also lose his privilege of having anything brought in by her.
I can't understand why I can't like (forget love) my ss7. I mean I have tried to think of every reason I SHOULD like him. His mom is on the other coast and she doesn't call or write or anything much so I am his "mother" model. He's not a bad kid really, I just find everything about him annoying to the point to I get sick to my stomach when I have to be around him for more than 15 seconds. I don't know why when he talks I cringe, when he laughs I cringe, everything he does makes me cringe. I don't get it, I don't know why I feel like this.
Well my DH decided to not let SS stay the night on a school night at his BMs. I do not know if it was me or his aunt and uncle but my DH told me he was going to pick SS up on Sunday because it was a school night and SS is doing so much better these past 2 months with potty trainning and not whinning all the time, and just being a 4 year old. DH told BM until she can be civil and until the appeal is over and until she can call his house and not his cell to talk to SS and until her parents stop threatening his life then he can not stay over on a school night.
So my hubby's ex left her kids to be with her boyfriend in another county. So, basically we raise the kids. They are here with us 5 days a week. Since we provide the permanent home, we try to set the rules for the most part and play the "bad guy" role in parenting. We don't mind, because we have the kids more and eventually they will grow up and realize who the real parents were.
My B-day was the middle of last month. My Dad called on my B-Day and asked me to hop a plane to spend some time with my Mom who was having a tough time recovering from knee replacement surgery which she had a week earlier. My brother was scheduled to fly in from Singapore for a business trip and Dad thought it would be good for Mom to have all of the original Rags clan together for a few days. Mom, Dad, Me and Pooh-Bear (my younger bro).
So as a surprise at my B-day dinner my wife handed me tickets to fly home to Mom and Dad's the next day.
We called our son tonight (SS-16) to check in with him before he leaves for his SpringBreak visitation with the Sperms. He was so energized and thrilled as he talked to his Mom and I about his recent activities at school. Hearing the happiness and seeing the look on his Mom's face was pure bliss.
This morning, as many of you know, started out in fear and anger, when I found out H's paycheck was garnished. Granished BIG TIME by the IRS.
At first I was terrified. Then the call came for the job interview. That settled the nerves a bit.
Then the calls from H. He's running scared now. The dynamics totally flip flopped. Now he so afraid of me divorcing him (read that-where will I live if the IRS takes my money).
SD17, we need to talk.
I don't know what your problem with me is, and don't particulary care at this point.
But the way you acted when you were here last time, before your father came home, is totally unacceptable.
You will not burst in the door screaming again. Next time, you can knock. TJ even knocks when he comes here.
You will not scream-(screaming I"M HUNGRY) within 5 minutes of being here. You are nearly 18 years old. Guess if you were that darned hungry you could've gotten yourself something to eat before you came.
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