i have been a 'step mom' for the last 5 years. i use the term litely cause i am not married--the lable stepmom was used basically from the get-go. sd(now 11) was refered as my stepdaughter. at first, i liked it, and i liked HER. but once we moved into the same home, things changed--although some red flags came up even before that.

but first, lets meet the players in this game:

bf: guilt-parents, i do beleive he fears his daughter. either that or he is too lazy to do whats right.

sd11: didnt have the best childhood, and refuses to get over it all.

bm: a real friggen nutcase. seriously.

me, ebsm08: the real victim here.

bd3: victim #2.

met sd when she was 6. a cute little thing, brown hair brown eyes, liked girly things. she was not very sweet but she clung to me and begged me to play whenever i went over to their house. how could i resist? she was so proud of all her toys and things she just HAD to show them to me everytime i showed up.

bf stayed out of our way, claiming that he didnt want to interrupt our "girl time". i had to admit i had fun. until bedtime. that was whenever bf wanted to spend time with me. and sd didnt want that to happen. for hours she would cry and scream in her room until bf let her sleep in his bed. after that i was tired and went home. the next day, same shit.

a few weeks into our relationship, i took a trip to PA with sd, bf and nona (bf's mom). omg the worst vay-cay ever. i dont consider it a vay-cay. maybe like torture. but thats part two, coming soon.