My 2 step kids hate me, thanks to their mother. 
For the last 12 months when they come over I am confined to my bedroom. My husband brings me food & drink. He wants me to sit downstairs with them & my own daughter, but the atmosphere & pressure is too much for everyone. 
My presence makes everyone uncomfortable. I feel sorry for my husband. 
I hate it. I am now considering divorce. They're 15 & 11 so I have a long time to go & I don't think I can endure this for much longer.