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Dear SD7...

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When you "find" something in this house, it is not automatically yours. For example, if I "find" $20 in someone else's wallet, it is not mine. I'm happy to give you stuff, but you need to ask first.

Even if you are the primary user of some item around here, it is not automatically yours. Don't cry when someone swings on the front yard swing. You are 7, not 2. Don't go sprinting out of the house when you see someone on it and insist you were using it.

It does not matter who had something first. Turns can still be taken.

Here's how to make SM look exceptionally evil...

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...have SD, a seven-year-old girl who has recently been displaced from her home with BM into your home after a series of semi-traumatic events, ask her Dad (your SO) if her indoor/outdoor un-neutered male cat can come to live at your house, and THEN...get this...have Dad (your SO) turn his head in your direction and say "Well that's up to insert-name-of-SM", knowing full well that it is a practical and physical impossibility to add one more cat to the household.

F. That. Noise.

Our (almost) Universal Story

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Here, I believe,with the exception of the few whose spouses had custody of the skids in the first place, the few step-dads on this site, and those with adult stepchildren, are more or less the universal order of events for most of us here...Many might disagree, and many (as in formerly myself)will insist steps #10-15 can or will not happen to them. Read the stories here long enough and work your way through the steps yourself, and I think this is pretty close:

1. Google something to the effect of “can’t stand my step-kid” and find this site

My very, very crabby morning, or, BM called at 6:19 am

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Little bit of background:

I haven't logged in here in quite awhile. I love this site, but realized that reading/posting here just ramps up my indignation, so I've tapered off. I wanted to add to my blog for record's sake and maybe inspire others with exactly what I'm going to say to BM.

Why I almost fainted...

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Imagine my utter shock when I walked into the grade school the other day and BM was working there in the lunch room. Shocked she has a job and shocked the school hires criminals. Seriously, do they not do background checks?

I guess she can't do much harm collecting dirty lunch trays and washing them. Even as a seasoned shoplifter, I doubt she can steal those institutional sized cans of pears or cases of little tiny cartons of milk. Thankfully, the kids have lunch accounts and don't use cash.

Even SD's relatives avoid her? Vent...

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This past weekend my DS11 had his birthday party at a fun venue. Since his dad (my ex) was the parent in charge this year and it wasn't really age appropriate for SD7, she wasn't invited. Because my son was otherwise engaged overnight Saturday, my DD15 and I went away to a concert. We couldn't invite SO because, of course, he has SD every.single.weekend.

Here's a twist on a twist

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Last week I posted my "twist" that while I knew I should be thankful for a weekend away, I was instead bothered that SD would be having free run of my home and ordering SO around while I was gone. Several kind members helped me focus on having some quality ME time out of town and I felt a little better.

Here's a twist

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I live for the weekends in that they are a reward for the hectic work/school week. I hate that SD is a feature of every single weekend. I know it sounds bad just saying it like that, but don't feel like going through the whole lengthy justification right now. I know most of you get it.

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