I'm so happy to find this site. I've felt like such a b#!@h all this time! I don't really pick up on what all the DH, BD, SD, etc means though. Anyway, I'm engaged a year now to a nearly perfect guy...honest, faithful, handsome, hardworking, wonderful father. We've been together 7 years. We have a 3 yr old daughter together and he has 2 adolescent kids from a previous marriage. The mom is a witch. Enough said. We have his kids every other weekend. And by the time Friday night comes around, I'm already tired of it. They trash their room. I refuse to furnish 2 separate rooms for his son and daughter because of how they refuse to take care of the one shared room. His daughter has a cellphone as a f^@&!*g appendage growing out of her arm and never gets off my brand new couch; there's literally a soft spot in the center of the couch where she sits all day. She doesn't greet people when they enter the house, including me. She doesn't talk to anyone (this isn't a new teenager thing, its' been this way for several years). His son is 11 and on ADHD meds. So he's running around like a wild squirrel all over the place. When I get home from work this is what my house is like. I feel like I can't watch my own new tv in my new house sitting on my new couch because SHE is there and the son is running laps around the place shooting his nerf darts at everything. They come from white trash on the mom's side, so I don't want them as any type of influence on my only child. Thing is, I love their father; he is everything I ever wanted in a man. I know there's really no solution because short of an alien abduction, they'll be around until I die. So I guess I'm just venting. I just hope that the cancer that my fiance' has wished on his ex doesn't happen because then they have to live with US!