It's our home, not a way station
A few days ago DH initiated a conversation to the effect that he's realized that we really can't have his bio here for more than a few days at a time. Hallelujah.
This was extra timely because my yesterday my youngest SD--sadly, a failure to launch--announced her latest drama, to which the natural response was, "DH, my poor child is in crisis! Our doors must always be open to her!"
Here's a snippet of the actual conversation.
DF: If she needs a place to stay for a few days, she can come here.
ME: Thank you, that's very sweet of you. But no, she can't come here, otherwise she'll come crying to us every time something like this happens. She needs to figure this out on her own.
So go forth and tell your gutless wonder DH's that it can be done--a loving parent can say no! Anyone who has to do it, gutless wonders included, has my sympathy, though. It's not easy.
Good for you! The more you
Good for you! The more you let this type of behavior go, the worse it gets. I let it go for over 20 years and finally found the courage to set boundaries both with SD and DH. As a result, SD is banned from our home until gutless DH can tell her she is to respect me as his wife. It's NOT easy but it is worth the risk. Life is just too short.
Derp. That's DD, not SD, who
Derp.
That's DD, not SD, who got told no, she can't stay here and to figure it out on her own. Really, OUCH, but I'd expect DH to tell his bio the same thing in similar circumstances. Brats are brats, regardless of which side of the step tree they're on.