Thank GOD I found this site!!! I thought I was nuts. I really don't like my soon to be step son. He's not bad, says I love you like 8 times a day (literally) and introduces me as his step mom even though his dad is still legally married to his bio mom. The thing is, I just don't LIKE him. I dread being alone with him, I don't miss when he's gone and just really don't enjoy the parenting thing. I try to be positive and leave him notes and cheesy crap, but when he says thank you and gives me a hug I want to run to my room as fast as I can.

Started as a civil conversation about paying for SD's college next year - DH, BM, myself, and SD's therapist.

So, SD14 is in marching band. They're performing this weekend, and one of the songs is Lady Gaga's Poker Face.

Apparently BM has been telling anybody who listens about DH - he's a hardcore Army Ranger who is into death metal, easily angered, intolerant, etc. We've seen evidence of this when SD14 will tell me about things BM has said about us, and insisted that I not tell DH because "Dad might get mad!" or when talking about a future boyfriend being disrespectful - "Dad would get mad and beat him up, huh?"

Need advice or tips on dealing with a manipulative stepchild.

As I have stated in a previous blog, my SD3’s BM has told her that two additional friends of hers should be referred to as her other step moms. At first I thought this very odd, but then I thought…whatever. Background: BM is heavily into roller derby, has two roller derby wives (weird) and now BM wants SD3 to call them step mom.

The ride home from work today turned out to be enlightening for DH. Occasionally I'll tell him about some of the things I read and my thoughts on those things and then we get to talking about his kids. I can honestly say that my relationship with his kids are pretty decent; it's the BM's that get me up in arms.

2 more days til the big skids watching day! a little nervous, ill admit it... but excited to lay down the rules while dad isnt around! this is my house! literally! anyways just wanted to thank u girls (guys?) for being so bitterly honest about me watching my boyfriends kids for the night so he can go to work for the first time at his new job! if it wasnt for u with all ur hardcore advice i wouldve said,"no f*ckin way", but im gonna give it a shot, alone, and pray for the best! i mean its been 3 years so its about damn time! time to face my fears and lay down the law!

I started seeing a therapist without my BF. Long story short, BF wasn't too committed to going to couples therapy, so I thought I would at least take care of myself and see one.

So SS6 had to write a song for music class last night… he’s only in first grade so I’m sure they aren’t expecting an original score… but what he wrote definitely made me giggle!

*sing words to the tune of “Found a Peanut”

I want hot dogs…
I want hotdogs…
I want hooooooot dogs for dinner!

I want hotdogs
I want hotdogs
But my daaaaaad… said no!

*next verse*

I want pizza…
I want pizza…

*you get the idea*

I was upset last night with DH. And right in the middle of our disagreement, I had the realization that I live in “his and SS” house. ugh! I am so mad. I told DH that I did not feel like this is my house, but did not elaborate. Well, now he wants to talk about it, because it bothers him that I don’t feel like this house is mine. (we moved into his house last year, the year before that, we lived in my house)

I am going to tell him…