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Do kid really grow up at 21 and make decisions or do their biomoms ever leave them alone?

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Well, that's a heck of a mouthful....but it really leaves you wondering.....here were are back to this old issue about my stepson. Flipping Snowflake Exwife will never leave stepson alone (who is now in the military) and makes his life hell when he is home to visit. She just can't ever let the subject rest about my husband and myself with my stepson and keeps stirring things up to try and upset him knowing it makes him uncomfortable. So, he still tries to stay in contact but its obvious that something has transpired since his last visit home at Christmas (to his Mom's).

Learning to Identify what Makes me Angry

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I've noticed that in the last few months, that I've been able to isolate events and behaviors of other people that seem to trigger me to lose my temper or composure. It's kind of when I know I am reaching a point where I just can't stay around someone anymore without getting harsh. I think that many people in the roles that we have pretty much have a breaking point, and in some cases, I have gone past the breaking points until I can't go any further. It's like being on a tightrope, and the rope is so tethered and frayed, you are wondering how you can possibly continue to walk on it.

Trying to be Pleasant...even if it kills me

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Well, I've had a difficult couple of days and haven't been on line because of some events that have happened at home. Namely, a major crisis and comment made by spouse, in which I was so angry, I could have really slapped him silly. In any event, I have a greyhound puppy that is 17 weeks old, and 2 nights ago, I took him outside around 5 p.m. because my husband didn't want to be bothered him in, so we decided that I would let him run in the fenced yard. That was fine.

Riding on my Shirttails

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I almost have to laugh this morning as the last couple of days, as much as I wanted to have enough time to myself to write and blog what I have been doing, there just wasn't enough time, because I couldn't get enough help from my husband with the dogs. Two days ago, he was supposed to be watching the puppy for an hour, and I found out when I came downstairs, that a tapestry rug my Mom had given me had been soiled on by the dog. Mind you, I am home for over 8 hours during the day with no accidents from 3 dogs. But give my husband, 1 dog, and 1 hour, and there's a mess.

A Good Day

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I've had a couple of productive days here during the day by myself. It rained overnight and then the pool company was out early this afternoon again to set up the pool. Turns out the filter housing is cracked and needs to be repaired so hopefully our insurance will cover it. I have to wait for the company to send a technician to look at work order for the repair. After that, hopefully, it will be approved. But I found out, the insurance won't cover the diving board because it is a structure so we will have to purchase a new one, and that stinks, as it isn't cheap ($375).

House Came Tumbling Down Around Me Like a Bunch of Cards-or I DIDN"T DO YOU IDIOT!

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Well, TGIF, because I don't think I could really handle this week again. My husband is quite the grouch these days and can't seem to understand that I do need his help with these dogs. His idea of "helping" is to watch tv and set the toybox out for the pup. So, if Bullet doesn't "tell him" he has to go out, and has an accident on the comforter on the floor on my carpet, then it's Oh, I didn't know. How come I can be here all day with him with two other dogs without these problems?

How Far will you go until you just walk away?

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Well, here's some food for thought as I have been thinking about this for days and days. I had written a couple of blog entries in the last two days but accidentally deleted them before I got them posted. SD's biomom sent my husband a ridiculous melodramatic email at work stating that SD was being harassed by me and that my husband needed to stop me or she would look into filing a restraining order. My husband fired back about all of SD's deflammatory remarks on the public blogs and that I had the right to respond. So, it has been an aggravating, turbulent couple of days.

Expectations

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Well, it has been quite a week. I am a horrid, flaunting, stepmother. But I do have one stepson, that is still talking to me and he is coming to visit next month. And for that, I am grateful that he finally got himself together. Because it took a long time but at least he had more sense and didn't let his anger get the best of him. And I have 3 dogs that vary in age who are all sweet that I referee who are glad for my attention. And a husband that loves me and tells me don't worry about my SD, he will deal with her later.

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