"Mmmmmm daddddddyyyyy your chicken is soooo goooooddddd! Oh, mmmmm hmmmm! Feed me some more, daddddyyyyy." As said by ss to dh in a very flirty manner. Envision hands on hips with lips pouted and eyes batting.

This really happened last week. I'm still grossed out by it.

Asshat dh made grilled chicken and vegetables for dinner. It was good, nothing to write home about, but a decent dinner. Apparently, I was not giving asshat dh's culinary skills quite enough praise. He asked me how it was? I responded with "good" as I looked up from my plate.

Found this gem today on Dear Abby. Many of us have dealt with in-law issues and have consequently disengaged. I like how she basically tells this wife that her husband needs to "man-up" and have her back. But I disagree with her telling the woman that "avoiding her in-laws isn't the answer." Sometimes you have to disengage for your own mental health.

Now bow down and do what you are instructed, Princess Mofo. You and your sniveling little wretches (your bios) must submit to the whims of his Royal Highness Prince Only Child (ss) and his court jester The Fool (dh).

Do I sound bitter? I fucking feel bitter, I know that much. So after a wonky schedule in May, where dh was only seeing ss one day a week and no weekends due to the holidays, we are back to EOW. And you can tell ss has been heavily indulged at twat waffle's house. Evidently, I and my bios are not doing "enough" to please ss.

On Tuesday I received some much welcome and exciting news. My youngest bio son(7) is being tested for the gifted program at school. He scored very high on this last round of standardized testing and the letter indicated they would like to do some additional assessment. I couldn't have been more proud!