Wish you were sitting in the kitchen with me instead of these bizarre life forms who conjure up altered realities and try to convince me they're the way, truth and light (or darkness). :sick:

Bf didn't have a healthy childhood. A big part of why I've been so patient and forgiving of all his crazy making. If he never knew or learned any better, how could he do any better? In rarer moments (like, when I'm ready to ditch him), he expresses a sincere desire to be free of all the chaos. That's usually after I have emerged from his endless sea of 'everything up in the air' and 'no control over anything, much less my life' spitting, kicking and screaming.

My childhood wasn't perfect. My brother and I were born to teen parents who divorced in a time before that became the popular solution. My mother was as flaky as a biscuit and my dad a rather remote and distant brainy type. We were sent to live with our grandparents when I was six months old. They (especially my grandfather) taught us strong values, how to think logically and critically, and to function independently. Bless their hearts. Can't say I was appreciative at the time, but I am now.

"It is like watching a 12 year-old try to parent."

Yup, exactly! Our SO's must be related. Nice to meetcha, SIL!

Baby Huey has only ever known rewards in his life. He can be failing and suspended from school, stealing candy, gum and sodas from his aunt's store, and physically and verbally abusive to his BM (not that she doesn't earn it more often than no). Biodad sucks it up until he reaches his generous saturation point and then eventually explodes over something meaningless Baby Huey has done. Until that point (and soon after), it is always someone other than Baby Huey's fault that he's a f-up in school, thief and parent abuser.

Thanks Auteur. I really enjoy and gain a lot of enlightenment from reading your blog too.

"7. no grill marks on hotdogs or hamburgs served PLAIN only"

Ho boy, slightly different demand, but very similar in nature. The ones I get are all tied to Baby Huey's "sensitive stomach," tho gobs of relish, catsup and honey mustard on his hot dogs and hamburgs w/a heaping portion of bread & butter pickles and half a plate piled full of potato chips are apparently soothing to it. Cinnamon upsets his stomach, so I shouldn't use it in my cooking. However, the cinnamon on the Texas size slices of french toast that his aunt serves at her store is somehow different.

Foodstamps comment: I can't begin to describe how pathetic and annoying. Why now, when I've successfully managed to feed us healthy meals for the better part of the past year and a half with little to no help from him? Baby Huey has dropped a pound or so a week when he's here all the time, tho all that progress is trashed as soon as he spends an extended stay with BM and her family; or he and Spineless have left here in a huff and Dad. Dad. Dad. takes over the feeding. I see it as yet another play for control and power. My house, my rules sniveling ass wipes. Bring any junk food in here and it goes in the trash.