Can I give up now?
Sorry everyone but I have to vent or I will explode!!
Just fetched SS14 from school & rushed him down to connect with his lift to holiday with his bio mom and I should be cracking open the champagne and celebrating that I don't have 'stinky,''turdface,''lounge lizzard,' around for another 2 weeks, but instead I am seething like a dragon about to burn someone down in flames!!
I just want to give up.. seriously! FH asks me what's wrong and I just say 'peachy' and he continues to dig and I eventually tell him, I don't appreciate SS14's teacher dumping on me everytime SS14 doesn't hand in assignments, bring his homework book or does not have glue etc. Or that he disrupts the class and needs to be on meds. Last night we sat up until midnight getting his project finished to hand in today so that he could go to BM. I also don't appreciate that he does not take my advice on his own cleanliness or utilise what I give him...I buy soap, deo's etc etc yet he doesn't use them and always stinks us out of my car. He can't get it into his head that you put deo on after you bath, then you put a clean t-shirt on to sleep in. Tomorrow YOU DON'T go to school in the same t-shirt you slept in!!! And you put more deo on (that's if you can't get your fat a$$ up in the morning to shower/bath again because YOU KNOW you have a perspiration problem... I mean jeez we rag him every day because he smells!!! But it doesn't register). FH said he will talk to him but it doesn't change a rat's a$$! I said to the teacher (who is complaining that SS14 has TWO homework books and is playing the one off against the other) that his dad will have to tidy his room up for him this holiday in order to find the original homework book for him ...to which he quickly says "the book is on my desk" so why the bloody hell don't you take it to school dumba$$!!!
He's so unhappy living with us because he misses BM (but it was HIS choice to live with his dad 4 years ago)and last night FH & I spoke to him because he keeps nagging BM about when she is getting herself a house or flat so that he can move to her...putting pressure on her (not that I care! he can move to mars for all I care because I've had it!) So we told him that wherever he moves to it's not going to be easy, there will have to always be rules, in fact it will be worse at BM because of her bratting BF and the lack of food, entertainment etc etc. He has to make an effort to be happy whereever he lives.
Where is FH while all this is happening? At work. I do all the babysitting, running around and stressing AND I am trying to run my own business. I don't mind really because I have to do this for BD11, but don't mess me around and don't dump on me in the process..I'm just trying to cope. Why are the skids always the opposite to one's bkids? sh*t parenting I suppose....Wish I could just have the heart to leave....
Sorry...I've calmed down now, so I guess I should stop ranting as it must be tedious for you guys to read.
Signing off
MG
I am a Discovery Health
I am a Discovery Health Channel nut and I love the show Mystery Diagnosis. There was an episode where this teenage girl had a terrible BO problem... kids picked on her and everyone told her how much she smelled etc. This went into adult hood and finally her Dr.'s realized that she had some rare metabolic disorder called Trimethylaminuria. Maybe your SS is just lazy and smelly, but I guess this is worth checking out???
Here is the link to her story:
http://www.rarediseases.org/oneinamillion/cheryl_marshall
You said "...I do all the
You said "...I do all the babysitting, running around and stressing..."
So there is your problem.
I wrote this a long time ago and I hope this helps with your problem. It may not reflect your exact situation but you'll get the idea:
The situation with my step-kids finally got to the point where I decided that my efforts to raise them was futile.
First I told my wife in private what I was going to do and why.
Then I stopped investing myself, time and money in their upbringing. I realized that by conscious choice I could cease being responsible for them or their actions. Neither would I take credit for how they turned out, good or bad. I simply stopped interfering in their lives. This is not to say if they would start a fire on the living room floor I would not intervene. But if they did not do the laundry as scheduled I ignored it. Nor did I do any of their chores. If the trash overflowed in the kitchen - well tough. Mom dealt with it when she got home.
They could no longer blame me for the consequences of misbehaving just because I saw the misbehavoir. I never told. If they were caught in a infraction it was not my fault. They began to realize that they were responsible for their actions because of what they did not because I caught them.
I would talk to my wife in private if I had issues, but once she made the decision I backed her up 100%.
You will be absolutely amazed at the look on a kids face when s/he realizes you don't care enough to even tell their bio-parent they did something wrong. And you'll be pleased at their future behavoir and attitude towards you.
I stayed friendly enough and taught one how to drive when she was old enough. I took my spouse and SKs camping on occasion when my kids weren't around. I offered the s-kids advise on living in our world and made the obvious comments when it came to safety and such. But I never made it a judgement. May favorite comment was "Do what you think is in your best interest". It sums it all up. What you sow is what you reap.
Once the kids realized I was no longer the ogre they thought I was their attitude changed. I was not their friend, but neither was I the enemy. They came to realize that I had not done those things to irritate them. They in fact missed the things that they had come to depend on me doing. Permission to go to the mall when their Mom was not home? "Sorry, can't do that".
Their mother came to realize that I wasn't over-reacting to their actions. In fact I wasn't reacting at all. She came to understand that she would have to control the situation and she did.
With that things got much easier around the house.
Billions of kids grew up in the world without help from me and turned out just fine.