Haha. I'm kidding of course! A person can only take so much stupidity though, ya know? But the more I think about it and get frustrated about it, the more I just find myself coming back to the same answer of oh well. She will NEVER be any different and if you try and talk with sense to her, she turns it in to nonsense anyway so why even bother wasting your time and energy? I've studied lots of different folks on the personality disorder spectrum. I SEE many sorts of folks on the personality disorder spectrum all the time at work. I have never met anyone like BM though, other than her, and the BMs I read about on here. She's the only one I've ever had actual living experiences with though. I find I treat her behavior more and more like a case study. She's quite fascinating. If I could only speak to her in a therapy setting and get some real stuff out of her. I just can't figure out how someone can be so incredibly good at being bad. She HAS to know she's obnoxious. She HAS to.

That's why I too have found solace here. I have a best girl friend that I do tell everything too, and while she's a great sounding board, unless you've actually be through this stephell crap, you just can't understand. I can bitch and complain and vent to her all day long, but it's just so much better to come here and feel a giant cyber hug on days when you're feeling like you just can't do it anymore. From people that probably have felt that way in the past week, too. It's a really good feeling to know that you have support of people that while they have never met you, they truly are your friends!!

Haha. My MIL and I spend more time that I'd care to divulge texting back and forth the ways my MIL could probably very easily get "off" with a temporary insanity plea if she just walks right up and shoots her. Heck, get a jury of little old women, and use the evidence from court and those poor old ladies would be like "that poor woman! of course she went insane! she was just protecting her grandbabies!!" We figure, 10 years, tops. MIL goes back and forth on if she thinks it's worth it. Usually we end with a heck yes it would be! Now, when you read about my MIL in the news...well...I'm deleting my account!! Haha.

Yeah, the clothes I put them in weren't even a little too small really. The tag said one size, and she ran with it. They were their PLAY clothes at our house. Meaning no, on a normal day I wouldn't put them in to wear to school but they were still adorable compared to what she had them in and yeah, a LONG SLEEVED BLACK TSHIRT...and brown loafers!! SD6 JUST turned 6 in April, and SS7 will turn 8 in August. They're both VERY small for their age. SS7 wore size 5 slim jeans until very recently when I had to start buying him 6s for the length. I still have to always get the ones with the adjustable waist though bc otherwise they'll fall off his flat behind!! And SD, while the clothes she got for her birthday and her most recent additions to her summer wardrobe are size 6, some 5 shirts, she still wears her size 5 pants/shorts and even some of her size 4 tshirts and stuff. The stuff I sent them in was a size 6 shorts and 7 tshirt for SS, and a size XS (which I BELIEVE is 4/5 Old Navy, which this was) tank top, and a size 5 shorts. Their play tennis shoes were half a size smaller than the ones we bought them 2 months ago because their now play ones needed to be retired for summer/outdoor play. Heh. Meanwhile, she can put SD6 in a 24MO tshirt and think nothing of it. And don't forget, they're HER kids, but it's MY job...that was my favorite part. And I just noticed that the note was addressed to ME. NOT DH and ME. Just me. I freaking want to screeeeeeeeeeam!!! And now I have to suck it up, plate dinner for her spawnling, bathe them, and hang out with them. Which I'm sure won't be too terrible. But the thought of it right now...just...ugh.

Clearly you missed the point. I'm fully aware that it's MY JOB. Which is why I do it. It is NOT my job however, to make sure that she is aware of the weather and dresses them appropriately coming home from her house, and going to her house from mine. And um...you must've also missed the point where I said that their clothes from home DID fit, and also that they were their PLAY clothes from home, not their regular school clothes. I wasn't bitching to her. I was simply letting her know why her clothes were in a bag instead of on their bodies. This stupid issue with her and clothes has been going on since the beginning of visitation time. She even sent the police to my home one night because she said that we stole a hoodie of SDs that she bought, when I bought it for her for Christmas and had to prove it with a receipt! Well, not really HAD to. The police were mildly amused by the entire situation. You're right though. Next time I'll keep my evil step mother mouth shut, and let the smother in the clothes she sends them in to wear to her house the next week.

Also, it offends me greatly that you're accusing me of sticking my stepchildren in the middle of all of this. My DH and I have and continue to go to great lengths to ensure that does not happen on our end, and we are about to shell out a lot of money to a therapist that will ensure that anything that BM does on HER end is buffered to the best of our ability. We JUST got full medical decision ability, and have been scouring our area for a professional skilled in PAS. We finally found one.

You're damn right I ASKED for it. WE ASKED a JUDGE to give us my stepchildren, and for their mother to have pretty limited visitation. And we GOT it. We WON. We FOUGHT because this woman is a complete narcissist, and has full blown borderline personality disorder. She put my stepson in special education kindergarten and told the school that he was diagnosed with Autism. He was EVALUATED for Autism and the test was non-conclusive. She was just a lazy fucking parent who would rather sit around and pretend to be a victim than to actually do anything to help her children. My stepson was not potty trained completely until after he was 5. Once we got custody during part of the school year, and had a little bit of leeway with his teachers, he has been in REGULAR first and second grade classes and at his awards ceremony today, he got A honor roll for this grading period. AB honor roll for all year. Amazing what a little caring, and consistency will do for a kid. So yes. I DID ASK FOR IT. I asked for the ability to take care of my stepchildren the way their MOTHER should be. I asked for the ability to be able to make an appointment for my stepchildren (well, my DH does) when there is something wrong with them. I asked for the ability to be able to nurture and parent them to the best of my ability because the person that gave birth to them, clearly isn't capable of doing so.

I did NOT however, asked to be treated like garbage. Ask to be spoken to or about like a common whore off the street. Ask to sit and watch as she does everything in what little power she has left to alienate me and my DH to those kids. I did not ask to get in to a pissing match over every single little thing that goes on. I did not ask to be berated, or to have the children told complete lies about me. And I did not ask for her to never grow up, and for her to continue to live her life the same as she did before. She does things (like send SS in a black long sleeved shirt when it's in the 80s) because she's stupid and she somehow thinks it "hurts" us. Because she knows that I would never let him wear that to school on Friday, so therefore she feels like she wins because she "got" us to bend on the clothes issue. Please. Spare me.

You're right. As my stepchildren are cleaning up their dinner plates, and my stepson is running upstairs to run his bath and get ready to wind down for the night without me having to tell him to...it is rather LOVE-LY.

Yes. I asked for "it", I suppose.

Haha. Yes. I like to think there's a special place in purgatory for people like BM. I don't affiliate with organized religion but I do believe in that for sure. Maybe in her next life she will come back as something awful. Like...a goat. Yeah. Or...one of those chicken in the FoodInc movie. Not the ones that are farm raised and grass fed. No. one of the ones that's in the dark room their whole life that go through and wade in their own feces for the 17 weeks of their life. Until their breasts get too big they can't stand up anymore, and then their heads get chopped off. Yes. BM shall serve a continuous life sentence as a tyson grown chicken. And it shall continue to repeat over, and over and over again. Like groundhogs day. Hahaha. Thank you!!

I envy you. I WISH BM didn't speak English!! That would make my life do much easier I think if I couldn't understand what she was saying! Haha