When I was married to now Ex-DW, I engaged in the "Toy Arms Race" early in the marriage, trying to out-do bio-dad, who was cheap and stingy with Christmas presents.  The hot item one year was "My Size Barbie," these giant-ass Barbie dolls that were as big as kids.  They even came with a dress that the kids could wear.

Well, me and Ex-DW searched high and low, and finally found one of these damn things.  We gave it to Ex-SD on Christmas, she played with it for 5 minutes, then went to her dad's house for the rest of Christmas break.  I don't know if bio-dad actually gave her something better, or if she felt some kind of loyalty bind for liking something we got her, but when she came back, she never touched the Barbie again.   She actually went so far as to get scared of it, and drew some kind of "prison tatoo" on the Barbie, which made it difficult to donate to charity.  SMH.

My partner's son, well my now Ex partner's son moved back without any consultation.  He decided he wanted to live with his Dad and me again for 2 months. That was 8months ago. My EP never asked if that was okay, he just  welcomed his son. As soon as the Adult 25yr SS moved back he started questioning what I do all day. Why are you paying for mowing when you don't have lots of money?  Why aren't you working?? Standing in the kitchen taking all the space to make his breakfast before leaving for work. Taking up all the car space with his van and trailer. Moving back into the largest bedroom in a tiny home. It suited him completetly as he works in the same town. It all just fell into place for him and his Dad just loved him being back. I was told that if I didn't accept his son as a family member then he will "walk" with him and not me. When I asked my  Ex partner  when do you think your son may move on, do you think he would he like to buy his own place? Why doesn't he contribute financially? He took it  personally, as I hated his son!!!  Until I mentioned it to my EX the SS didn't pay a cent for 4 months even tho he is earning great money and has a large inheritance in the bank. He could actually afford his own home but chooses to bludge off us . Fast forward to now. My partner said to me in June its over.... after 13years together ( of which 6  of those years were  helpiing raise his son.)  I can't afford to move out of the house I PURCHASED FOR THEM WHEN THEY DIDN'T HAVE A ROOF OVER THEIR HEADS. I have a senior dog who I adore and chickens. I  may???be able to afford a house but it would be in the middle of nowhere.  I'm not going to compromise my animals to suit my EP and SS. So long story short, we are separated living under the same roof. My friends are saying get out, leave. But where do I go, I'm waiting for my single pension to come. My ex is working and loves living in this town and has no desire to move. He has tons of stuff under the house and he is quite lazy, hence the mowing has been paid for.   I'm still doing all the domestics/cooking/cleaning as I'm still waiting for a single pension and that's my way of contributing. I'm 66 yrs old, the SS is almost 26 living a great life. He's coming back today after having a lovely holiday for a few weeks and he will once again get all the food and comforts of home without putting in a cent. What to do??? While the SS was holidaying we got on relatively well but I know he will have his son back in toe and if I say anything in my own home I will be the awlful person, not the SS. He's a carpenter and said instead of paying rent Dad I'll do maintenance around the house. I'm still waiting!!! 

This brings to mind the time SD, who I have been close to since day 1, claimed I "pushed her face" when she was 7...changed the story several times in one week, then it was never spoken about again until a few months ago when she (now at age 13) claimed I actually "grabbed her arms".  All of which is completely and 100% fabricated and imagined. 
 

Not so much a funny haha skid story, but...good times nonetheless!

The standouts for me usually have to do with SD blowing up BMs casual deceptions.

When she told us we could only buy certain brands of clothes because BM resold them.

When she told us BM was reading DHs texts on SDs ipad.

When BM acted like her mom was in the hospital dying but SD was confused because it was only a Dr appt.

When she told us BM introduced her stepdad YEARS before she admitted to it.

When BM was getting married and acted like it was just a vacation.

When BM had a baby and called it "a medical procedure"

When BM falsified the amount she needed for extracurriculars.

When SD told us she had quit an extracurricular months earlier but BM told DH she was still doing it so she'd still get money.

BM had always been the problem. I really think if SD ever got our from under her thumb we'd have a better relationship. I just don't get the chronic lying and deception. How did DH ever have a relationship with someone that lies about everything??

I booked and paid for me, DH and YSS (19 at the time) to go skiing.  I'd rolled the boat out so we were going in upgrade mode - Premium on the train and nicer hotel.

YSS sulked from before we got on the train.  And then sulked for 9 hours on the train.  And then sulked for 1 day in the resort.

Finally DH told him if it was that bad to go home.  So first thing in the morning, YSS grabbed his bag and stormed off to the bus station to get off the mountain and get to an airport to catch a flight home.  

DH and I went out skiing all day.

We got back later to find YSS sat in the lobby of the hotel with his suitcase.  He'd been stuck there all day because, it turns out, you can't just turn up to get a bus on spec.  You have to book them in advance.

It was like the biggest ever show of slamming a door and then having to come back in because you forgot something.*ROFL*

Anyhow, DH took him to the bus station to book a ticket and he went home the next day.  And that was the last time I paid for a skid vacation.

When I first married exDH he had just graduated from chef school - but even though he was working for close to minimum wage, he was sure he was going to be rich and successful.  I tried to help him out by supporting him while he paid for exSD to go to college.  When she graduated I told him he was going to have pay for 1/2 of the household expenses ($380 a month for 30 years.)  At first he threatened to leave but decided he had a good deal after all.  I later found out he was putting money in SD's checking account every month. 

Anyway, at first, I would pay for the vacations exDH, exSD and I went on, while they walked ahead of me on the sidewalk.  Later on, exDH and I paid for vacations for exSD and her husband.  They wouldn't even leave the tip for a meal.  He would make a big show, pulling his credit card out to pay for everything, the big man.  Later he gave me a 'bill' for 1/2.  Finally, I told DH that I would be paying for any events with my family and he could pay for his.  Like magic, vacations with exSD and her husband pretty much ended.

That started the SpermClan's attempts to give SS GameBoys, Nintindo DS, etc.. they would tell him to smuggle them into our home and hide them..  Never worked. He would walk in the door, we would have our "How did your visitation go?" sit down/catch up, and he would hand us the game system bag. 

Rarely was there a problem with SS violating the purge in our home.  He was nearly incapable of functioning if he was gaming or had access to games.  I don't know if we did it right or wrong, but he has managed to keep his gaming controlled as an adult to the point that he is doing very will in his career and adult life.

When SS would give them to us upon return from SpermLand, we would lock them up, then send them back to SpermLand with SS on his next visitation.  SS would not leave them there because they would disappear so, he brought them home where they were secure. He would play them on flights, and in SpermLand.  It used to piss them off so bad.

I had a great time with that part.

Other than not unusual teen boy brain fart issues, our son (SS-30) was pretty easy for my DW and I to parent.  The SpermClan's multigenerational idiocy and toxic manipulative crap was our blended family burden to carry.

The Coast Guard Saga... it's a long story but the short version is

- SD brags throughout all of high school that she is going into the CG academy and is going to be an officer. DH (a CG vet himself) is so proud. I have to listen to this praise showering for YEARS. 
 

-In her senior year, come to find out her grades and SAT scores are nowhere near where they need to be for the academy. She decided to enlist in the regular CG. DH is still proud ("all service is commendable"). Ok. I have to listen to this for months.

- SD leaves for CG boot camp. She lasts 3 days and the first 2 are just filling out paperwork and visiting the boot camp doctor. Washes out the first day of physical training. (She said she didn't make her run time because she "counted one lap twice") She is sent to boot camp jail to await a flight home.

-She misses her connecting flight in Philly and DH and I have to drive 6+ hours to pick her up in the middle of the night and in the middle of a massive rainstorm. Divorce almost happened that day.

-SD arrives home but INSISTS she is going back. DH insists she is going back (They make you wait 6 months before you can try again). She is living with us now because her mom dgaf now that CS has run out.

- I insist that if the CG is going to be her plans and not college, she gets into running shape so she can be ready when she tries again in 6 months. (Also I want her to gtfo quick, fast and in a hurry) We mark out 1.5 miles and start to time her.

- Her run times are waaay below where they should be. She is moody and resentful of us being on her to practice. 

- Aside from her one run every few days, she lays in bed, watches TV, doesn't help out, is on her phone and eats

- 6 months arrive and her run times are slowly getting down to where they need to be (thanks to me for pushing her!!) Then the excuses start: "I can't reach my recruiter", "I'm not ready yet to go back" "My recruiter says it may be several months before I have a spot to get back in" "(several months later) It may be a few more months" 

- She continues her life of leisure while living with us and complaining about have to do her runs

- Sabotage events start to occur: After finally getting the process going, she lies and tell the medic she is allergic to penicillin resulting in being sent back and the whole process having to start yet again!! after she gets a doctors note. She lies about her recruiter not contacting her (this is an ongoing theme). 

- Finally the day comes when she is supposed to be leaving. She decided to take a vacation down to FL to visit her mom before she leaves. I plan a going back to the military party for DH's family to see her one last time. She never comes back. Tells us at the last minute she is just staying down there. The guests arrive and it turns into a Memorial Day party. Everyone is confused.

- The recruiter from the CG reaches out to DH because they can't get ahold of SD and have been trying for months and months. DH (again a vet himself) has egg on his face. 
 

(She makes a return to live with us 9 months later and this begins the whole next chapter but that's another story)

So, I did ALL of the house cleaning. The SKs were young adults at this point and have never done a damn thing. SD never even emptied her own period paddy garbage cans. It was bad enough that the SKs, especially SD, did jack shit, but SD not even so much as emptying her period paddy garbage cans drove me absolutely insane.

There was no damn way I was going to do it. I decided I would only use the ensuite. That way DH could see for himself that SD has never done a damn thing including taking out her period garbage.

One day, the garbage finally got so full that used wrapped period pads, including some from the month before, toppled over onto the floor. All of SD's make-up wipes were there, blobs of toilet tissue from make-up routines and then of course, SD's ever so cutely wrapped pads. She actually did an origami type of bow on it. I guess she's so wonderful that even her used pads are ever so cute.

Well, the main bathroom floor was disgusting. People (not me) would go in there and end up kicking used pads around. DH got mad and asked out loud whose freaken pads are those and take them out pronto. SD never even blinked. DH pulls me aside and asks whose pads those were. I told him I have not used the main bathroom in two months. I told him I wanted him to see for himself how the SKs do sweet fuck all to the point that SD doesn't even take her period paddy garbage out. I could see DH's eyes lose focus. It was clear to me that he was trying to come up with a justification on why it's so wonderful that SD does that. DH then says, "well, I only require school." I just looked at DH and said, "so going to school is such a full load that one can't toss her garbage liner full of period pads out?" DH went blank. I guess he couldn't come up with why his bullshit justification made sense.

Ss19 messaged hubby demanding a holiday for him and his sisters.

i get a message from hubby at work telling/ordering me to book the aurline tickets/ accommodations etc and that sd22, ss20 and sd13 were coming "to our 4th wedding anniversary weekend".

whats bonkers about this is since when do adult/teen sd miniwives and skids tag along for a wedding anniversary when they are disrespectful to their stepmum and non stop spend every outing ranting on nonstop about biomum and stepdad??

hubby copped a mouthful and i told him to go take his precious first family on their holiday during our wedding anniversary and that he was nuts to think it appropriate. Hubby grovelled big time trying to make it up to me. 

about 9 months after that eldest sd who was now almost 23 suddenly calls hubby crying with some bogus bullshit sob story that how dare he marry me and have 2 young kids with me as thats replacing them  when sd's made a choice pre hubby even meeting me to end all contact over lies their mum made that they knew of. 
 

somehow biomum is allowed to be a cheating whore marrying stepdad in secret week after divorce was finalised whilst kids were in school but how dare hubby meet me 4.5 yrs post divorce and marry me 5.5 yrs after the divorce.

they ignored the fact hubby tried multiple times to arrange meets only for them to cancel last minute and throw all kinds of hoops expecting hubby cater to them when he had a priority towards our 2 kids who were toddlers.

when hubby realised it wasn't fair to subject us to their disrespect towards us, hubby was gonna prioritise outings and getaways etc with us and sd's refused to accept that no one wants to be around them when they behave like this and they have only themselves to blame

eldest sd kept continually inserting biomum and stepdad into every conversation of ours no matter how irrelevant they were to it. It was to make them relevant when they were not and it took my husband 1.5 yrs to finally grow some balls and realise I wasn't messing around when i said he needed to address this disrespect and rants non stop. Sd sulked for months when hubby told her he never wanted to hear bio mum or stepdad uttered ever again as they were not family, not relevant to us and frankly hubby told his daughter he couldn't understand why stepdaughter think daddy should give a crap about her mum and her socalled claims of the impending demise of her marriage.

hubby told his daughter she had to accept i and our kids are hubbys present and future, not biomum.

sd even once sent a pic of airport arrival hall first thing in the morning. It was to let hubby know that biomum and affair stepdaddy (yeah the guy bio mum cheated on whilst married to my husband) were arriving any moment from their overseas holiday. Hubby responded with "what is this and why are you sending me this?"

biomum would have been fuming knowing what hubby said. She's spent 20 yrs abusing and manipulating hubby till i made him grow some balls and see this wasn't healthy and he needed to cut off her supply and influence or thinking she dictated what happens in our household. 
 

i cut that power off from her. She and sd's might think they're so smart but out of us playing this game, i know how to outsmart them. Hubby like any man has needs, sexual needs, when he realizes their dramas and shenanigans affect our intimacy, he is automatically motivated to end their crap and prioritise protecting our family unit and marriage

okokok here goes:

1. SDnow23 when 16-ish Feral Forger got mad at me one time. Husband was in man cave but door was open. SD 16 B/M was within hearing range. SD Feral Forger called me names, said she effing hates me, Im effing ugly and disgusting, and no wonder my brother killed himself, she would if she was my sister. Nothing was done to reprimand her, nada. And no apologies either. When she went back to her mother the next day for visitation, she told Toxic Troll BM that I was the one who had said all that, so she texted Hub who said "nope that was feral forger SD". She was not reprimanded, and to this day we are no contact,

2. Feral Forger SDnow23 then 17 ish, New Years morning, gets a text from Toxic Troll Bm that feral forger and herself had been detained by JCPenny security due to some products being in her purse that were unpaid for. Since it was second time on camera for same thing they detained her but not arrested. She was fined only. Parents paid fine, dividing it equally.

3. Feral Forger a few years ago, stole checks from Toxic Troll and kited them using a few different bank accounts. Husband gets call from his local branch and is told about his account possibly being locked because of fraud on the child account he had set up for feral forger many years ago. Toxic Troll is locked out of her account. 

Theres a great many more

But recently nothing. yay me.

All of Killjoy's fondest memories revolved around getting attention for being a brat about food.  It was so weird.  It was her whole identity.  It seems like causing drama with DH's family was the only attention she ever got from Satan, so she treasured the moments she could brag to her about her latest tantrum.

On separate occasions and with no prompting, I heard this same story from DH, MIL, FIL, SIL, and DHsNiece.  It happened shortly before DH and I met.

They were all at a restaurant having a big family brunch.  Killjoy5 only wanted chocolate milk, so they let her have two glasses.  At some point, someone placed some food in front of her that she didn't want.  Rather than ignore the food and go about her life, she went nuts and screamed her bloody head off, so much for so long that she made herself puke.  Incessant screaming.  Chocolate milk everywhere.  Rather than discipline her, everyone blamed too much milk for making her sick.

Well, I never said anything to Killjoy about it, so she didn't know that I knew.  When she was 12, she told me the story.  She thought it was adorable and funny.  She seemed totally oblivious about how aghast everyone was, and how she ruined the meals of everyone else in that restaurant.

I guess she thought I would enjoy this cherished memory, since she was completely shameless about it.  Maybe she thought we would bond over it.  It just demonstrates that after living with me for seven years, she still had zero clue who I was.

And so many to choose from! There was the time SS kicked my dog ... the time he leapt out of bed screaming at me because he was still in bed at midday enjoying private time when I NEEDED TO GET IN THE FREAKING ROOM ... the many, many microagressions, the sour faces, the scowls. DH noticed none of it. (He was looking right at SS when he kicked the dog and DH STILL had trouble acknowledging what he'd seen.)

SS won the prize for sheer disgustingness and pigheadedness one year when he was on winter break from university. SS and I spent those weeks together while DH was overseas dealing with a family emergency. Apparently SS had never been instructed in the use of a toilet brush--a skill which, let's face it, we all need to employ from time to time. Let's just say that SS did not respond well to my suggestion that he use the tool. He crapped up the main bathroom and I used the auxiliary one until DH got home and scraped the mess out.

It's been years and I still cannot look at SS or even think of him without gagging. Gross, gross, gross.

When SD18 was 14, we were having Christmas dinner at the grandparents (SO's parents). She lit her napkin on fire and threw it on the linen table cloth. All four adults rushed to put it out, while she sat there laughing.  Her grandfather was especially pissed. That was the last time the skids ever stayed overnight at their place. 

the dipshitiot's throat when Spermidiot spawn #3 was arrested for a gun violation trying to live out the Spermidiot's GangBanger wannabe fantasies.  SS-30 was about 27-28 at that time.  

SS told him that if he did not stop egging on the two youngest spawn to be gangbangers that SS would be back and the Spermidiot would not like the outcome. because SS would not stop at slamming him against a wall for a talk.

Unfortunately #3 is now in prison.

SS has not been back to SpermLand since #3 went to prison.

Probably a good thing since SS would likely do major physical harm to the Spermidiot.

I already shared a YSD story upthread, so here's a few about OSD. Keep in mind, the mindf*ck of OSD is that everyone else in DH's family acted as if she was wonderful, no matter what she did; and I didn't understand narcissism back then. I just knew there was something very wrong with her. It was the combination of ST and a Dr Phil show (silly, I know) on narcissists that enabled me to connect the dots. 

Background: during the last recession, DH and I were able to buy a very nice home much closer to OSD and the gskids. We'd been through some traumatic loss, and just wanted to be closer to family. At the same time, OSD's second H "Bubba" lost his job. We quickly became their favorite checkbook er, dearest family.

Story 1: OSD asks if she can use our backyard and pool to host "A little birthday party for a few of granddaughter's little friends." Sweet, right? Well, less than a week before the party OSD informs me she's invited 74 people, mostly adults. Further, she doesn't have enough money to buy all the food and drink. I had no spine in those days, so cue DH and I scrambling to buy food and drink, rent tables and chairs, and we ended up footing the bill for what was actually an obscene gift grab/adult party ... for a seven yo. SMto2, THIS is why I always comment on your posts. I was once in your shoes.

Next story: The Last Christmas. We volunteered to host Chistmas in the new house. And you know when I say "we" that the majority of the labor fell to me. I love to entertain, so there was a huge tree, piles of presents, lots of excellent food and drink. We even included BM1 and her husband (because I was an idiot in those days). I put a great deal of effort into ensuring OSD's blended family of eight had plenty of gifts, since they were experiencing hard times. Traditionally everyone brought food, adults bought for all the kids, and we had an adult gift exchange. At Thanksgiving, we adults would draw names from a hat, $50 dollar limit for a Christmas gift. That year OSD and her H had drawn DH and I, and we'd let her know we'd appreciate donations to our respective favorite charities. So there we were; OSD, Bubba and their brood of six arrived with chips and soda, and their teen boys descended on the buffet like locusts. When the time came for the adults to exchange gifts, DH and I got nothing, and I instantly knew what had happened. You see, both of the charities we'd chosen provide a printable card online, showing a donation has been made in someone's name. If OSD had ACTUALLY made donations (even a few dollars), she'd have known this; instead she thought she could just pretend she'd made donations and no one would know. I could tell from her body language and darting eyes she was nervous (and her H clueless), but again, I wasn't brave enough to speak up. DH and I had been spending/giving thousands to help SD and her familystay afloat, and that was how she repaid us. So that was the Christmas where I worked my butt off, and got nothing but a painful lesson for it. It was also the last Christmas we spent with DH's family, and the 2x4 upside the head I needed to make healthy change.

This was yesterday...

We were all going to the pool. DH told SD12 she didn't need her phone at the pool and to leave it at home. On the 5 minute drive there, she starts huffing and puffing in the back seat like she is going to have a panic attack. We get to the pool and everyone jumps in of course, minus SD12. Everyone starts asking what is wrong with SD12. She starts BAWLING over in a lounge chair. All because she didn't get to take her phone to the pool. DRAMA QUEEN. DH immediately snagged her out of there and dropped her back off at the house by herself. Teenage temper tantrums are ridiculous. My 16 month TODDLER was better behaved at the pool than she was. SD is going to have a very hard life ahead of herself. 

YSD16then13. I used to run her to her weekly gym time with friends. On the way, I needed to stop by the store, and brought her in with me. She didn't want to. I don't allow her to sit in the car while I shop so she had to go in. Once there I grab two small carts and give her one, telling her to go ahead and gets what she wants for the week to eat while she's with us. She looks at me with daggers in her eyes, "Why?!?" So you have things you want to eat this week. Now go get stuff.

I start walking off and next thing I know a cart runs into me. It's YSD. I tell her to be careful and watch what she's doing. Now, go get what you want and I'll find you once I'm done. I turn around and WHAM. The little sh*t is doing it on purpose. I shoved the cart back at her, leaned over and told her in no uncertain terms that if she continued that behavior not only was the shopping trip going to end right there but the gym day too and we'd go straight home....Even now, what 13 yo when told to 'get what you want' at the grocery store doesn't want to! She ended up with two apples and a teeny bag of bulk dried kiwis. Never took her shopping again except for once recently (if she didn't come in with me there was no dinner, I made that clear, as it was an unexpected trip I needed to help DH with, she was ok with it once there was no option for her.)

OSD11. At her 11th bday party at our place. She really needed new shoes. She loved pink. So I got her super cute pink converse shoes. Upon opening the gift she immediately declared she hated them. I said, we'll just keep them and we'll figure it out in the next day. She ends up bringing them up to her room. The next morning as I'm making breakfast for the kids, I hear OSD yell, "I hate these shoes" and then see the shoes flung out her window (her room was over the kitchen) and into the brambles on a steep slope. There's no retrieving them. She got in trouble from both DH and I that time and that's was when I slowed down on helping with clothing purchases. I think it shows her vindictive nature perfectly. It was around this time that she put powder cleanser on my side of the bed, put nail polish in my library book AND on my good purse (which didn't stick she was very lucky there). DH really countered that behavior. He's a Disney dad but has his limits.

YSD - Very early in my relationship with SO I would notice that I would be missing money from my wallet when I stayed over. I kept writing it off as carelessness aka putting my head in the sand . After moving in it became much more noticable. Then I started missing jewelry including a ring that my recently deceased Mom gave me...no real monetary value but sentimenal as hell. Realized that SD had a drug problem. It was a very hard convo to have with SO. I did nonetheless. He searched her room and found receipts for Pawn stores. When she was confronted and subsequently kicked her and her boyfriend out. She went on a Social Media rant and told folks that the reason she stole from  me was because "I stole her family"

In reality SO and the BM had been divorced for 3 years prior to our dating. BM was/is a drug addict whore. Come to find out that SD also stole from her grandparents (blamed it on me) in addition to other family members. Kicking her out was the best thing that we did...she is currently 6.5 years sober. I don't have much of a relationship with her. Cordial is all I can muster. I don't trust her...far too many instances of lying etc. 

OSD...is a carbon copy of her Mother and as dumb as a box of rocks. She has also created issues between SO and I. Mostly because of her being a drama queen. One of the saddest memories I have of her. One time I asked where she parked at an event where she met us "at the muni place" I was confused and asked her where that was. "What are you stupid" she replies...laughing and rolling her eyes at me. I"m like I'm sorry I don't know where that is...turns out she was refering to the Municipal Parking Garage. 

I could go on & on.

Funny thing is now the girls try to use me to inpress their friends and boyfriends families. 

Oh, my SM is an accountant...

Oh, my SM travels all over the world on business...not even close to the truth.

Etc...etc...etc...

-Sigh

Day we got engaged my DH  told SD to be home as he wanted to announce to her first. She refused and broke his heart. That was almost 25 years ago. (So we went to his friends / the guy whoput us together). At night SD came home and says " so, you going to town hall now?" She was appalled we were doing a church wedding. Her clothing at the wedding reflected it. 25 years later? Her fathers wake and burial? Within 3 days, wanted to come get " her" things. She was furious she had to wait for lawyer & will. She's still getting things.

Day we got engaged my DH  told SD to be home as he wanted to announce to her first. She refused and broke his heart. That was almost 25 years ago. (So we went to his friends / the guy whoput us together). At night SD came home and says " so, you going to town hall now?" She was appalled we were doing a church wedding. Her clothing at the wedding reflected it. 25 years later? Her fathers wake and burial? Within 3 days, wanted to come get " her" things. She was furious she had to wait for lawyer & will. She's still getting things.

DH got served with a court motion in the mailbox. To pay for all the little darlings college.  
That was pretty memorable no?

Ive got some NEW ones!

SD16 Snotty McPouter Sulk is failling 2 classes. Mean counselor put her in wrong history class - its for SOPHOMORES and shes a JUNIOR. Husband got on the phone and determined that mean ole counselor was in the right all along! She was allowed her sophomore year to pick out her own courses and never took that one...lol.

And that mean ole math teacher! For that math class she is failing...husband talked to this teacher. Teacher gives up her BREAKS and LUNCHES to help tutor kids that are having problems. SD16 SMPS is not doing assignments, and scoring badly on quizzes and has many absenses (ditching).

Oh yeah, and mean ole step-monster Clove, wont let her leave her chit all over, making her "uncomfortable".

Fun Times on Friday with Feral Forger.

Egads. She just wont get a clue. She called me "I want my dad, I dont want to talk to you"

ok, well YOU called ME, what is up.

"I need to move in for a month. Its my dads house and I grew up there, the children should come first".

Its half my house, youve said more than once you hate me so how would that actually work, help me understand. And no we are a united team, we come first to each other. And you are not a child you are an adult.

Yeah. Fun times!