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I don't even know where to vent anymore... do you mind if I stop by?
I've been crying for 2 hours. Over a damn cookie.
I made the cookie favors for my sister's shower this coming weekend. I also made a bunch shaped like onesies that are embossed in fondant. I spent a lot of time on these - and looked each of Erik's kids in the eyes and said "please don't eat these - they are for Michelle's shower." They ALL said ok. I come home from work today and some are missing. I flipped my *** lid. It's like the minute I turn my back, they intentionally stab me in it and laugh while doing it. Erik was so furious that he made them all sit on the couch with no dinner until someone fessed up. These are freaking teenagers for God's sake. Nobody did. So no dinner tonight. And they better eat well at school because there will be no dinner tomorrow or the next night until someone admits it. It's really not about the cookie -- it's about them doing whatever they feel like it - especially when asked not to do something.
Ashley stole yet again from me and Britt. I found another costume cut up to skimpy (as if dance costumes aren't skimpy enough) - and a pair of britt's fishnet stockings (at $50/pair because they're rhinestoned) - in ashley's room. ANDDDDDD Britt's dance jacket in Ashley's backpack - so she must wear it in school. I keep Britt's stuff under lock and key and she found the costume hidden away in the garage -- seriously, it's a kids size 8 costume and ashley is just under 6' tall. She stole my treasure chest that we used for our wedding rings. WTF is she thinking???????
As Erik was getting ready for work tonight, I told him he was lucky that he gets to escape, leaving me home to make sure they don't sneak food (they will try all night long), etc. He snapped at me saying it's no escape for him and threw his gun belt towards me and said "go in for me... go ahead." I slammed the door and sat on the steps in tears for 1//2 an hour -- and I HATE that Jason came upstairs and saw me crying. I'm a step away from walking away. I love my husband beyond words but his children are sucking the life out of me INTENTIONALLY and I don't have the fight left in me. I would have left tonight if Britt wasn't coming home. It's sad when I realize it would have been less stressful to stay with my first husband.
I don't even know why I'm typing this out.. I don't feel like I belong anywhere -- no baby for us, i never get time to check out the nest, i can't vent on facebook, etc. I just needed to let it out....
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Re: I don't even know where to vent anymore... do you mind if I stop by?
Started TTC Nov. 2011
1st clomid cycle June 2012- No response :: HSG August 2012- Left tube blocked, right tube clear :: 2nd clomid cycle Aug. 2012 BFN :: 3rd clomid cycle Sept. 2012 :: BFP Sept 30th :: DS born 6/15/13 :: BFP #2 7/29/14 M/C 8/5/14 :: BFP#3 10/20/14 DD born 7/1/2015 :: Applied to be surrogate April '17 :: Transferred 1 Embryo for IFs Dec. '17 :: Surro Babe born 9/11/18 :: Started 2nd Journey May '19 :: Transferred 1 Embryo for new IFs 9/24/19 :: HB 138 at 6w6d
HUGE *HUGS* for you Lisa!! I'm so sorry that they're such brats!
I'm so sorry, Lis. We all love you here and I say you can talk, vent, whatever you need to here ANY time.
HUGE hugs. I have nothing else to give...I just don't know what to say to all that.
Lisa, You know that you can call me ANYTIME!!!!!
You do NOT need to put up with this crap. Tons of HUGS from the M family. You can come and hide out here if you would like.
Oh Lisa,
I'm sending you every hug in the world right now. I can't imagine having to be in your shoes and endure their bull crap day in and day out. I know from my job that teens can be nasty, but these ones take the cake...... or in this case... the cookie
(sorry for the inappropriate pun, but I thought it maight get at least half a smile out of ya.)
We love you Lisa!
Wow! ::hugs:: Lisa. Being a step-parent is the hardest job in the world. I can only hope it gets better for you.
I am so sorry that you've had to put up with their BS for so long, you're such a wonderful person and I don't blame you for being upset. I really hope that something changes soon, otherwise the NYC gtg may turn into an a$$ kicking party.
Sending you lots of hugs, and feel free to vent anytime, we love you!