OSD (will be 11 in a couple weeks) stole some of my nail polish. Why she felt the need to take it and hide it in their dresser, when I leave all of it under the sink in 'their' bathroom for anyone to use, I don't know. Why she needed to stake claim on seven bottles, I don't know. I made dh 'deal' with it. I am sure he will make her give me some forced half assed apology next time I have to see her. I don't want to hear it.

Last month when skids were writing out Christmas cards to BM, one asked the other; "how do you spell BM First Name?"

They couldn't remember, so I asked why they needed to know, weren't they just going to write 'mommy' on the card? I asked, 'you don't call her by her first name, do you?'

Best. Response. Ever.

'We sometimes call her by her name, mommy likes it, she says because then she can pretend we aren't her daughters and it makes her feel younger.'

I was floored. But I didn't react, I just said, 'oh, that's nice...'

WTF??

I have a friend, she was married before to a man with a daughter. Daughter was about 10 or so when they got married. My friend has a son, who was a little younger than the girl. We were having a few drinks the other evening, and talking about the whole fucked up step dynamic (it was that Godforsaken three day skid weekend). She told me the same stories I hear on here, almost verbatim.

Skids were to be dropped of by BM on Sunday, which worked out great for her, since she also had to work. In the afternoon, DH's phone rings, it's BM. The kids are on their way to the door, but she told him that she is going to wait in the car for the kids, as they are not staying, they just want to give him his gifts and then go with her to work. (she cleans offices, she's not like a dolphin trainer or anything cool) I'm like, ok, what in the ever loving fuck? They come to the door, very quietly.