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Yes, it's definitely happening with SD13 full on.
SD13, DH and I were having dinner last night and DH and I were talking about plans for the following weekend when YSD would be at our home. SD says, "But I won't be here, I'll be at mommy's." We both said, "What are you talking about?" Well, apparently BM has made plans not only this coming weekend (she has the SDs for Easter, no biggie) but also the following weekend, on DH's weekend.
I am cleaning the house because we have family coming to visit tomorrow night and will not have time tomorrow after cooking all food. If the house was cleaned (everyone helped) we had planned on seeing a movie tonight. As soon as it was time to start working , I gave Little Idiot (SD almost 19) the easiest job: dusting. Its easier than cleaning bathrooms, vacuuming, mopping, cleaning the refrigerator, wiping kitchen cabinets etc. Thr only thing I ask is that she move items and not just dust around them.
The last few days at work have been very busy, so DAH has been helping around the house and taking DS41 to his doctors appointments. DAH let me know yesterday morning that DS41 and the 2 GS's would be helping make dinner, BBQ'd chicken breasts, grilled asparagus and a salad. This man CANNOT cook to save his life and the Gson's are no better. DS41 trys to help, but has very limited movement. The chicken was crispy black BBQ briquettes, asparagus was chard sticks and the salad was not savable because they dumped a whole bottle of ranch dressing on it. I hate ranch dressing.
Had my first session with my old therapist (about a decade and a half have passed!). It was interesting that while I was bitching about things (which I warned her was what I needed to do since I don't have anyone IRL I can do that with), that I started crying when I said this: "I wish I had a better relationship with my skids." Not about my frustrations with DH, not about foibles and lack of parenting. I'm more upset about my lack of relationship with the skids than my crappy relationship with DH.
We came back from our honeymoon on the 13th. DH took me to Greece. I fell in love with the cusine, the history, the climate, the people. I didn't want to return. The best part, I made sure DH was shirtless almost everyday. Married life has its perks
I apologize for not posting sooner... I needed a break. My ex and I spoke to DD.. she confessed to the whole thing. She saw what DH was provding SS . The green eyed monster got the better of her. The gulit was eating away at her and she confined in my eldest; then my eldest called me.
So on Tuesday we eloped up in the beautiful mountains in Dahlonega. The ceremony was very nice, sweet and simple. DH teared up most of it....I fought mine a few times. Loved the ceremony site and minister we had.
Was a very long day- with loading car and dogs in the Outback and then driving there was HORRIBLE traffic-we were an hour plus late to our own wedding ha! He snapped some pics (minister) w/my phone of just us and then us w/the pups and we were off to our cabin.
We made it to Friday and the weekend officially begins in a few short hours.
Eff off to:
Oh dear God this is SD16 in a few years. This is exactly how she acts only she doesnt treat her mother(BM) this way she treats her father (my DH) this way.
"A step parent doesn't just marry a spouse: They marry their spouses entire situation.
They have to find a balance between supporting and defending with out over stepping visiblie and invisble boundaries."