I'm beginning to hate my SS.
DH and I have been together for 9 years, married for 4, and have a 3.5 year old daughter. His son is now 11. His ex...she's the spawn of Satan. Seriously, I think she has a personality disorder. She takes every opportunity to make DH look like an asshole. Let me just state that DH is a fantastic father. He has NEVER, not once skipped over any parental responsibility and takes a genuine interest in creating a strong bond with his son. I think in the beginning there was an immense amount of guilty because they split and SS was SPOILED with expensive toys. I mean, what 4 year old has a four-wheeler? What 6 year old needs every gaming system there is...oh wait, you need one for each house!...facepalm. At 11 years old he has become a master manipulator between his parents and now I'm the evil step-mother. I don't even know how to act around him anymore. He's ruined so many days/vacations/family functions...he completely shuts down, becomes moody, "ill"...jesus. He tells my daughter that he's going to spank her if she doesn't listen to him, he pushes her away now. Tonight, we had a talk with him about responsibility and doing his chores. How many times can we possibly have the same conversation? He shut down, wanted no part of the conversation, went outside, called his mother and told her he was sick. She shows up, unannounced to pick him up on DH's day to have him. He looks at DH and says, "sorry." and walks out. And then WW3 ensues via text per usual. And now I'm the "pitbull wife". I barely talk to the little fucker anymore because I can't win! I do everything he asks me to do and more. He eats nothing at our house if it's not donuts, pop tarts, etc. The moment we require him to do something...I don't know...PICK UP YOUR ROOM!?, then we're MEAN and she wouldn't dare have her son in such an awful environment! Once Dh responds, she pulls out her legal verbage (she's a paralegal) and tells him that he's harassing her! It's to the point that my husband doesn't want him hear. I don't even want to look at him. The sight of him literally makes me sick. I don't know what to do anymore. We literally can do nothing right if it isn't bending down and kissing his ass...and hers! Oh you want us to keep him two extra nights...oh practically the entire week? SURE!...fuck.
I hate this shit. When he's not here, we're all fine. There's so much tension in this house when he's here, you can FEEL it. And we're just talking about having another child. SS says no way...I say you don't make the decisions in this house, kid. I hate my life.