Ok, here goes nothin'. So I started seeing my fiance 3 years ago. I had known her previously but we had never really hung out exclusively. We decided to go out and hit it off, the rest is history. I started going over to her place to hang out on the weekends mostly (I don't go out during the work week). I met her daughter who was 6 at the time and the kid seemed cool enough. And I did the new boyfriend thing and played nerf guns and superheroes with her really with my intentions being that she would see that I'm not a bad guy. Time went on and I started only going over to her place when her daughter was at her dad's for the weekend. The reason for that came because it became exhausting being asked to play ALL THE TIME. Like I was a new toy. I hit a breaking point when I woke up over there one Saturday morning still dead tired from working the previous day and she was awake, at 6am. "Hey, wanna play?" I immediately said no and felt like a jerk but at the time I didn't care, I was exhausted. No biggie, right? Well time went on and I continued to mainly go over there while she was at her dad's. The only time I'd really see her is if I'd arrive right before her dad picked her up. My relationship with my fiance has always been solid. When it's just us, we have a blast still to this day. Well one day I decided to ask her to marry me and things got really serious. Both of our leases were up so we decided to get an apartment big enough for the three of us which we have lived in since last october. Before moving in she told me her concerns of the fact that SD is going to actively test us to see our boundaries and was afraid I would leave. I assured her that wasn't the case. We went through the quarantine and she eventually lost her job leaving me the sole breadwinner. My job made us quarantine for 7 weeks while still paying my full salary in mid march. That's where the situation started to crumble. I noticed how much of an enabler her mom was and the fact that she basically let her run the house all day. I had never noticed this because of course I was always working during the day. Asking for snacks and getting them every 20 minutes, taking over the living room with Disney channel, pouting and crying if she didn't get her way. I had always gone to bed earlier than everyone so now that I was able to stay up later I noticed how she would be told to go to bed, leave her bed atleast 5 times a night for mommy attention with BS excuses like her tummy hurt, and mom would oblige until she snapped. Then I noticed that SD would wake up at 10-11am because of course she would go to bed, but mom never made her turn off electronics so God knows when she actually fell asleep. She has to be involved in EVERYTHING. She has 0 independence because mom has always done what she wanted because she feels bad because SD had to go through a really rough divorce. I've never met her father, not my choice. I've asked countless times and never once met him. I now cringe when I walk through my front door after work knowing that I come home everyday to a living room that's been taken over. We have a room specifically for media that has literally everything an 8 year old could want and the living room is completely ransacked and taken over EVERY DAY. My fiance hit a rut after her layoff so I usually end up doing the household chores after work. I just want to know that I'm not crazy for feeling like I do. I just want SD to have some structure so that she's not an absolute terror when she gets older. Also, I'm quite tired of the "she's a kid" or "she's been cooped up in this house for months" excuses. Kid has everything in the world to keep her occupied and enjoying herself in our home. She still sees her best friend in person regularly and has sleep overs. She talks back, only hears what she wants to hear, doesn't listen, cries or pouts when she doesn't get her way and it raises my blood pressure every single day to where I've started having drinks on the weekends while both of them sleep until 11am. HELP! Thanks for reading my blog.