When SS spent his first major amount of time in my home, I was pregnant with his sister. For that reason, I felt uncomfortable with the idea of him calling me by my first name. I'm from a part of the U.S. where you don't call adults by their first name, and I didn't want him to be really formal with me either. I wanted to try and foster more sameness than differences between he and his siblings. So we just introduced me to him as "mimi" and he's been calling me that ever since.

Now it makes me sick, because I'm pretty sure that the degree of familiarity is why BM insisted that her new hubby of three months would be called "Daddy" by SS. "You're never here, so I told him he had two Daddys," she tells DH.

I feel like I might be the reason why DH has to listen to his kid calling a random former felon Daddy, and it makes me want to throw up.