I hope this is OK to post here - I find that you ladies/men are very responsive and have great points of view when it comes to various topics.

Firstly I’d just like to say thank-you to everyone that responded to my last post and for your condolences.

A few of you have asked for an update on how things are going, so here is the latest.

(I’m still the CP for BS15 while BM still has BS12 & BS8)

For the summer i took my step-son to his grandparents house for the summer. I was so so happy because it gave me a break. He really does things to bother me, but when i bring it up to my husband its like , its not a big deal. Well, while he was gone I thought that would give us some bonding time together... hmmm I thought wrong. For the majority part of the summer was pure sadness for me. its like our relationship is falling apart.

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so every time we have ss/10 he expects a new ps3 game($20-50) and dh always tells him next payday...when we are struggling financially becuase we pay so much for cs every month...so of course next week comes along and we get crying and tantrums because he wants a new game so dh buys it!! i'm sorry but my other kids dont get 20-50 dollar gifts every other week!! i dont care if he feels guilty for not being there all the time with his son but i cant afford it! his son expects to go skating or to the movies $20 a pop everyweekend at our expense...NO!!

Since I threw sd out last night she has been calling none stop. I let it go to vm but she won't get the message. Husband talked to her and told her to call his cell but she continues her campaign of terror and harassment. I'm ready to start pulling my hair out. Now husband is saying that I should let her come back because she's been punished enough. It's beginning to look like I may have to have my brothers come back and move him out.

I wake up and each day feels like the one before. The kitchen's a mess, but it was clean when I went to bed last night. There's more laundry to do. Meals to prepare.

Princess snacked again late last night, and left the mess on the counter. She, Gibby and I are the only ones home this week, until late tonight. I got up and went about my morning chores. I left the mess she made on the counter. Gibby was running around, helping with the things he does.

OMG!! I'm back to freak out stage. We had the first pre-natal doctor's appointment today. I don't know if it makes it so much more real, but I'm terrified of having this kid. Completely and utterly terrified. I mean, not just some doubts about timing and crap, but afraid of whether I even want to be a parent. I think I always thought I wanted kids, but it was kind of a distant thought, like my plans to go to Italy someday were waaaaaaaaaay more concrete than my plans for a kid someday. I don't know if this is normal or if I'm just going crazy, but I am scared.

Well, I am being very selfish and I feel really badly for how I feel, you guys are going to not like me very much, but he went to get ss12 from summer school at 12 today. Every time I hear that he's done that, I get a knife feeling in my gut. Yes, I guess I'm upset that every second until he leaves for 6 months, he's got to be picking him up, mind you he's completely left out sd9. She's at the Y program until Mom picks her up. He just coddles this kid so much it makes me sick to my stomach.

So here I sit in early labour, waiting for DH to wake up so we can drive the two hours to be closer to the hospital, and all I can think about is Munchkin (SD4) and how her newly preggo mom is planning on moving her away again to live with another new guy in another new city. This is the third move this year and the second StepDad for munchkin.