This is my first post--I just found StepTalk after searching for counseling. I am so excited to be here! And this is going to be a long post...
I was married for 23 years and had 4 daughters. My ex and I agreed on most of our parenting and they are all respectuful, responsible and appreciative of their upbringing and 3 have launched successfully on their own, our youngest BD is 23 and has just taken a break from school and has taken a full time job and lives with her Dad. I have been in a relationship for over 10 years and engage to my Fiancé for the past 6. HIs adult daughter 25 still lives with us.
I'm with a man who I love and adore and can see a future with. He has 2 kids both 17. One boy and one girl. I have 3 children. A 27 year old son and a 22 year old daughter. My first son was 4 and passed away. I love children and have always done everything I can to help any child in need. The situation i am in now frustrates me to the point of crying and debating if I should leave. We are perfect together but he had a 17 year old daughter who is lazy and extremely spoiled. She does absolutely NOTHING but play on her phone and sit.
I love the Netflix series "Queer Eye." I just watched an episode where the Fab 5 were making over a man who had been with his SO for several years, had two kids together, and she had a daughter. The skid, probablly 8 or 9 decided that she didn't want to sleep downstairs in the house they were living in so the parents allowed her to have the master bedroom upstairs while they lived in the basement. Bobby (house, interior design, etc) said, "Oh no, that's not okay." Bobby was of the mindset like most of us who know better, that kids don't get everything they want or to kick the parents ou
I was super anxious leading up to SD16s return from her Florida trip, so I figured I'd delay writing about it until it happened and the potential fall out began. Well, it's interesting how things are going.
"You not the boss, your just bossy" her dad would say with a laugh. This would be his response to his daughter when she was 5 years old and standing there with her hands balled into fists at her sides, legs planted together tight and very straight to the ground, her eyes squeezed to mere slits, and her lips pressed tightly together as she threw her tantrum. He would laugh some more and then attend to her to make sure she got what she was wanting. That is unless she had claimed someone had treated her unfairly and in that case he wouldn't laugh.