Sybil, the DH's ex, keeps threatening to take the kids to Florida. And although I would hate to see my hubs be sad, our life would be so much simpler. When we don't have my skids for a week or two our lives are harmonious. We have schedule and routine, we have fun, we do things. There's little to no whining. Our kids are up for new things. It's parental bliss. But every single time they're here it's nothing but whining and complaining and bitching and moaning. This is boring/stupid/gay/retarded... ugh. Their voices make me cringe. BM keeps threatening to move to Florida. Does it make me super evil stepmonster to wish she would just follow through? I know my hubs and he's not one to fight too hard. Even if it's important to him. *note* pretty sure she still has at least one of his balls in a jar on her mantle* Just go away and leave us in peace to move on. I suffer from what my dr's are pretty sure is lupus and i've been diagnosed bipolar for over 10 years. The stress they cause me puts my health, mental and physical, at risk. It almost makes me hate them. God I feel like such a horrible person. How do I make this better? Anyone.... anyone? Beuhler...? Beuhler? Barf! :sick: