I fantasize about my own apartment with my own children. I don't even care if it's a shoebox. My shoebox will have no sourpuss stepshoes in it. It'll all be my say, my rules and up to me to follow through with my own ideas with my kids.
Sad, really. Life can turn so quickly and unexpectedly. I often think "if i knew then what i know now, would i?" and i don't know. I certainly would do all i could to prevent anyone i know from doing it.
I have to wonder, when i was a stepkid, was i a nightmare, too?! I know i was moody. I never talked back or was disrespectful to my stepmother. She was ogre-esque and slightly frightening. Also, i rarely stayed with them over the weekend. I thanked them when we went anywhere, and i thanked she and my father anytime something was bought for me. I didn't offer to do dishes, but their house was a wreck and my stepmom never cooked.
How is there such disgusting enabling and ass-wiping these days?! How and why do we allow so many hall passes to these brats? It's terrifying! My stepkid's generation will be the ones teaching and policing MY children! Not ok!