I see things on a daily basis that should be done differently with all the kids and skids, and it got to the point where I was consumed by the lack of structure and dysfunctionalities between all the baby mammas plus things that needed to be addressed in our household. It was negatively impacting our relationship. So, after the last comment by SO "I don't see a problem with BM2 calling here every day twice a day to talk to her kids" (the calls are more like "I will pick you up in a couple of hours"-then "I got busy, a couple more hours", then "Oh, I won't be able to pick you up today after all" or "I miss you, but I am in bed with a head ache- a.k.a. hangover- and I can't come pick you up), I decided in my mind "I love them, but they have their own parents and I have my own kids". So, I disconnected. Told him "You are right, Sweetie, you know how to handle things, I'll back off" and smiled. Last night, BM2 calls at 9:30 pm. He looks at me like "What should I do?", I smiled and shrug my shoulders like a wise guy meaning "It's all you, baby" and went into the other room, got busy with something. He let it go to VM. Later, he comes up to me and says "The girls don't want to talk to her, don;t want to see her". And what do I say? I smile and say nothing. Not my monkey to bear. And guess what-just like I had told him before, the less they talk to her, the happier they are, the better they sleep and the quieter our home is (just like I had indicated before). But guess what? When sh*t hits the fan, I won't get splashed