Pissed off and hurt
So I'm sitting here after almost 6 years of helping my called wife raise her kid I don't get anything for Father's Day. Her kid hasn't even told me happy father day at all. The real dad of course is a jail bird piece of crap.
im swear I'm done being used and abused as a step father. This piece of crap baby father has paid no child support at all.
i step up and spend my hard earned money time a resources and my wife's excuse for not getting me a Father's Day gift is she forgot
can you believe that crap!!!! After 6 years of me raising her kid her excuse for me not getting recognized on Father's Day is she forgot. I have a sorry excuse for a family
I will never do this stepparent crap ever again!!!!!!! For as long as I live
i made sure she got a Mother's Day gift but when it comes to me since I guess I'm not the boo I don't freaking matter!!!
well that's piece of crap baby daddy of hers needs to raise his own damn kid from now on!
I have sacaficed so much for these people. Yes these people becuase this damn well ain't my family
im just a damn stand in for a piece of crap baby daddy jail bird! On the first of the month I'm packing my shit and I am the out of this house for damn good!
im so pissed angry and hurt. I get to look on Facebook and see everyone being celebrated but me!
the cherry on top is she has a million excuses when I tell her I want my own damn kids!
this is why! I just had to vent. I did all this shit for them just to be treated like shit. I will never do this step apparent shit ever again!!!!
from now on I'm a bachelor with no responsibilities at damn all.
let that loser jail bites take care of his own damn kid!
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I know how you feel
My first Mother's Day after all my 3 stepkids moving in, nobody so much as wished me happy Mother's Day. I always made sure DH was recognized on Father's Day but he was (and isnt) good with gifts or occasions. I had spent that year having our house remodeled to accommodate the sudden family increase, dealing with lots of emotional trauma, cooking, cleaning and doing everything for 5 kids. Not one "Happy Mother's Day". Meanwhile, there had been lots of thought and activity for BM whose contribution to our family was criticism, mockery and alienation. I almost cried.
I learned to anticipate and plan for myself. Every year, I made sure I had something nice to wear, something good to eat, whatever it took to make me feel good. Eventually, the kids matured and learned to respond appropriately.
But I still remember the hurt. I am wishing you a Happy Father's Day. May the future ones be better.