I was at a dinner last night with a group of people that work in my industry. One of the women asked me if I had kids. I hesitated and said I do not, but my DH has a 16 y/o daughter. She said, oh you're an SM? I said yes I am. She asked, Does she live with you? I said no, just EOWE and 6 weeks in the summer.

I must of had a funny look on my face because the next words out of her mouth were "Being a step-mother is a pretty thankless job isn't it?" I agreed and said it's the worst thing that ever happened to me. She is a BM/SM and asked me what I hated most about it. I said to be honest, there is no consistency from either DH or Uberksank. And my DH blames Uberskank for that instead of seeing where he is at fault as well.

It's difficult enough being a step. Have Uberskank with her witless ways is worse. But DH and his wuss-out parenting makes me want to run for the hills. Worse. I resent having his kid come over because he's a completely different person the week leading up to her visits, the time she's here and then about two days afterwards.

Take last night for instance. When I told him that I would be going to this industry dinner, he said great! I'll take the kid to X Restaurant. She's never been there before. When I got home I asked her what she thought of the place. DH spoke up and said they didn't go there, they went to Y diner instead. I said why? X restaurant has better food? He said the kid wanted chicken strips.

:jawdrop:

The kid wanted this. The kid wanted that. The kid thinks this. The kid thinks that.

F**k the kid. What the hell is wrong with my DH. He was looking forward to it and changed it because a 16 year old girl wanted chicken f**king strips? We're not talking about a toddler or a little kid here. This is a teenager. That would have never happened when I was there.

Example #2. I also thanked the kid for remembering to do the dishes. She said she didn't do them, DH did them. I asked why didn't she do the dishes? Her dad worked all day and took her out to eat, why didn't you do the dishes? I got the obligatory "I don't know, I didn't know I was supposed to."

I said kid, you have ONE fricking job when you come over and that is the dishes. You are not a guest. This is not a hotel and we're not cleaning up after you. You get to do the dishes while you're here. Any questions?

And WTF is wrong with DH for not MAKING her do them? WTF is going on? What f**king bizarro universe does our house become when his kid is over there? Why do I even have to question DH's choices? Why did I have to be the one to say something?

I am SICK of being a stepmother. I am sick of DH's behavior. And I am sick of his kid.

I had such a great day at work yesterday. Those are so rare for me. I got home and was feeling good. I walked in the door. They're watching TV, I stood there without a greeting from DH. I waited for the show to get over. I asked a few questions. Then they BOTH got up and left the living room leaving me standing there.

Are you f**king kidding me DH? He started whining about taking a shower. She said she wanted to watch TV. WTF?? And when I said something to DH, he blew up at me and said it was my fault for getting home so late when I know he gets tired.

I no longer believe this BS is going to end in two years when she graduates from HS. And I need to reassess if this is even worth it any longer.

***Updated to add - DH just called me. He's been feeling sick to his stomach all day. He tried to eat breakfast at work and it made him sick. He's skipping lunch and possibly dinner tonight. Gee DH, maybe if you had gone with your choice of place to eat last night this wouldn't have happened. Gee DH, maybe if you hadn't of catered to your precious princess this wouldn't have happened.

I started typing out an email pointing this out to him and realized I was wasting my time. I'm officially disengaging from DH and his spoiled, rotten brat of a kid.

Did I forget to mention that she CHOSE not to come over for Father's Day? Did I forget to mention she didn't even bother to text or call him on Father's Day? Did I forget to mention that he made a special trip to the store to buy her bagels and cream cheese for breakfast? Something neither of us eats? Both were still unopened this morning.

He makes me want to kick him in the balls for allowing his kid to get away with treating him like crap. That is if he actually had balls to kick in.***