I'm a ... 'Step-Mother' which basically means I go through a pile of make-up on a daily basis hiding my warts.
I'm technically a Step-mom. I mean, I'm not married to their father - but 10 years is long enough that I've earned that title. I was doomed from the start. Disney hates Step-Mothers. Everyone remembers poor Cinderella.. Snow White, The Baroness (Sound of Music), Tangled, Queen Narissa from Enchanted, Hansel & Gretel.. I rest my case.
We may actually be good people. Seriously. Not only have we chosen to take on this man and all his leftover emotional baggage from a failed relationship - but we've also agreed to raise more children as our own. We've agreed to be the other woman for the rest of our lives.
I've more than struggled with this over the last 10 years. I more than thought about it before deciding to move in with this man. I thought I was prepared.
But..
I do not have ordinary step children. The oldest is Autistic - so he hates everything that isn't his mother. We play a comparison game. I rank lower than mushrooms, rocks, and already chewed gum. The youngest, whom I've known since his 2nd year hated my guts until fairly recently. So much so that I started keeping a journal of his activities. (Screaming for help while on a timeout - Telling people at a Princess Auto that I was stealing him - Lying to his father; a few of my favorites)
We have recently come to the conclusion that youngest will be coming to live with us for the next few years. I've invested in a hearth so that he can sweep it, whilst wearing rags and with mice gathering around him sympathetically. The mirror is telling me to feed him apples, while he's locked up in a tower.
Just kidding.. I don't have any mice..
I'm technically a Step-mom. I mean, I'm not married to their father - but 10 years is long enough that I've earned that title. I was doomed from the start. Disney hates Step-Mothers. Everyone remembers poor Cinderella.. Snow White, The Baroness (Sound of Music), Tangled, Queen Narissa from Enchanted, Hansel & Gretel.. I rest my case.
We may actually be good people. Seriously. Not only have we chosen to take on this man and all his leftover emotional baggage from a failed relationship - but we've also agreed to raise more children as our own. We've agreed to be the other woman for the rest of our lives.
I've more than struggled with this over the last 10 years. I more than thought about it before deciding to move in with this man. I thought I was prepared.
But..
I do not have ordinary step children. The oldest is Autistic - so he hates everything that isn't his mother. We play a comparison game. I rank lower than mushrooms, rocks, and already chewed gum. The youngest, whom I've known since his 2nd year hated my guts until fairly recently. So much so that I started keeping a journal of his activities. (Screaming for help while on a timeout - Telling people at a Princess Auto that I was stealing him - Lying to his father; a few of my favorites)
We have recently come to the conclusion that youngest will be coming to live with us for the next few years. I've invested in a hearth so that he can sweep it, whilst wearing rags and with mice gathering around him sympathetically. The mirror is telling me to feed him apples, while he's locked up in a tower.
Just kidding.. I don't have any mice..