I been here four years now... Peru....I supported my ss and DH 100% financial for three of those years. Bought beds, cloths, everything we need. DH no income during this time. When the skids we living with us now with the BM since Feb '12 nothing I did was right...food, laundry, cleaning their room and bathroom.. Here the mothers do everything, the skids whistle from the front room to get their fathers attention, they come home 1am or even after 4 am.. Doors slams when they come home late every night. There is no curfew here. BM calls all hours of the day and night sometimes 12:30 am to argue with my DH. Sometimes. She'll call 7 times in two minutes...I finally took the phone out of the wall since I was paying for it and told them to get cell phones for his kids. Now she called last night at 11pm to tell my DH to put the child support in the bank the next day.. He was angry and said thesis what you call me about? They go back and fourth arguing... Now I can't sleep...I have asked him several times to either shut off his phone when we go to bed or tell her to call during reasonable hours. He tells me it's my problem what i am thinking there is nothing wrong with her calling and in Spanish..raising his voice. I now 'Joder' his time.... I feel like this everyday inadequate, incomplete, fighting for my right to spend time with with my husband... One month after moved here head to rent her an apartment close to our house.. Since he has no money she moved 8 hours away moved into her moms. Our arguments are that she is their mother and doesn't have to support them.. While he sends all his money for child support and their activities he has none to support us..he says he doesn't want me to talk to them because it might upset them when they are here but yet they can eat me out of fridge and cupboards. Tired...sad thing I bought everything here been supporting us hoping that it will change. But last night again can't take it.... I don't have kids by him and my previous are all adults well off to independent lives. I'm embarrassed that I made a big mistake coming here I have always told my children when they were young to do the best and be happy..but I'm here miserable trying to do my best... I think I hear the bell rang....fight over...they have no curfew, I loose sleep every night, he calls them trying to find them all hours, unruly, back talking, ill call my mom crap....he even eats like they do when they are here ....he looses all his manners too.. It's like watching starving people eating with their fingers... Spit out their food from their mouths if they dislike it and it lands on the plate.. I had to leave the table one time....they even told their dad they wanted a maid because I refuse to clean their bathroom...they are 13 and 17.. 17 year old has a 6 month old daughter and very little to do with the babie mama.. Sad...I know I wouldn't raise my own this way I don't feel like I'm a part of their lives and not part of his ... His priority is work, child support, soccer, church activities... Mine....he always finds a way to not make a priority over the thanksgiving weekend.... We were suppose to take a week off from work.we planned it since feb '12.. He is in construction and is his own boss...he went to his uncles house to paint both thanksgiving day and Friday...left me to stay in my room and wait...I didn't .....I checked myself into the Marriot hotel...one suite please... I called him and told we could meet later... We did..had dinner and then told him I was going back to the hotel and he could go home...he didn't want to take a vacation with me so I went...he really thought I was going to sit here and wait for him... His uncle knew we were taking the days off but he went anyway... Need to pay the child support every week... More important then taking the time 2 days off in five years for vacation... This was our first planned vacation to take to Mancora.. We actually had the days scheduled off and at the last minute he says he going to his uncles....Nothing, nothing again...it's time to leave.. Go back to the states..start over again...I'm sad, disappointed, depressed, all my dreams crushed. Second wife always second choice.... Have I exhausted everything to combine our cultures?