I've been a step mother to 3 kids, 2 of which hate me, and one that loves me and I love her more than life itself. I will talk about her later as she deserves her very own post. The other two, well let's just say, life with them has been with one and continues to be with the other miserable. They only like me when I consist of cooking, cleaning, being the taxi service, or protecting them from their parents. They will lie, cheat, and go to the ends of the earth to make sure I'm miserable. They both know how to play the "poor me" act so well they should be on broadway.
The oldest of the 3 is now married with 3 children and to this day does not talk to me. Oh well guess I would still be mad and playing the blame game, if I couldn't convince the world i was the perfect wife, mother, daughter, and sister. My wish for her is that someday she may find some happiness within herself without it being attached to another human being.
The youngest of the 3 and the only boy.......well let's just say, I'm sick of the drama!!! He and his mother make the girls and their mother look like saints. (Sissy is!). I've ran with this child so he could lose some weight (his mother of course doesn't run), I've hiked, went to the gym, swam, biked, and anything else to get him active. But now I ask myself why? Why should I care about his health when his mother doesn't. So I've chosen to just blog about some of my experiences as a step parent and the nightmares I've lived because of these children! And the pleasures I've endured with one very special one. R
