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DH and I live comfortably. We're not wealthy but I don't worry about paying bills. Occasionally we take a nice trip. We're both retired, he has a decent retirement income and no savings. I have more retirement income and I've saved all my life. I don't consider my savings as joint money, but sometimes I tap into it for things we want or need. Travel, new roof, etc.
I actually have nervous tummy, dreading it. Last time she was here she asked if she could go to Crazy's Sunday night instead of Monday because it's "more fun there". Whatever, bye! I wanted to ask which part was the most fun, where Crazy yells at her for ruining her relationship, or where she complains to SD that she has SD at her house so she can't have alone time with her BF?
I can't post this on Reddit because I'm identifiable. I have been struggling with this for a long time, but especially over the past year.
Hey StepTalk community,
I’m feeling really unsettled after an incident this weekend, and I’d love some perspective.
I want to scream. SS18 is one of the most idiotic kids I have ever met in my life. He is like a 12yr old in an 18yr old's body. After forcing a text go through Do Not Disturb a week or so ago at 12:30am on a weeknight asking DH how far down a condom should go on, (it didn't wake DH up, but it did wake me up so I saw it), he called DH last night in a panic.
Hi,
This is my first blog although I have been here for a while.
I got married fuve years ago. My SD is 12 and SS is 15 now. I always thought we had a good relationship and that they love me. I love them too with all my heart. I watched them grow and develop. I am always there for them, for school issues, for emotional support, for help with friends and even with dad. I thought I was doing well enough to nurture and nourish them.
I haven't had anything to do with my skids for 7 weeks and it turns out that if I don't make any effort then nothing happens! I think my DH has text his son a couple of times, not sure if he replied... I am loving the peace and quiet. I'm also not feeling one bit guilty - and that's what I've come to tell you lovely people as I think in the outside world this would induce a horrified gasp!
I should clarify, transition *to* our house is the worst. Transition to our house fills me with dread and anxiety. Transition *from* our house provides me peace and joy.
I cannot believe what has happened. Sorry I feel like a blog hog lately but the amount of drama these skids are doing is crazy.
Dh told me yesterday when he got home from the shop that he received another text from SD. He just gave me his phone and sighed.
Well last night Little Idiot texted DH "Do you guys want me coming up for Christmas this year?" (Her usual reach-out at Christmas time). When DH told me, my stomach immediately dropped. Usually I at least get to enjoy Halloween before she reaches out and the dread of her visit sets in. DH answers "Of course we do! (Ugh speak for yourself!) Let me know the dates so we can buy the tickets (for your 24-year-old-never going-to-buy-your-own-adult self)