Let me preface this by saying that I have been doing this for some time. I have been very patient, and always tried to do the right thing. I have always kept my mouth shut, no matter what idiotic thing DSD's mom has done. Sometimes, the blended family thing really sucks.
We have week on/week off parenting time with DSD. At the beginning of the summer, we bought DSD a bike with no training wheels in an effort to basically force her to learn to ride a bike. She had one with training wheels at her mom's, and one at our house that broke (hence the new purchase).
DH worked with her for weeks to teach her to ride that bike. it was *not* pleasant - lots of frustration, crying, general pissiness. By the end of this week, she was riding the bike, but only when she didn't know that DH had let go (he would run beside her). He always told her that she had been riding it by herself - she just needed the confidence that she could do it and she would be able to ride alone anytime.
Friday afternoon, DSD's mom sends us a picture of DSD riding her bike. DH called to congratulate her. This evening, on the phone with DSD, she tells DH about how her mom taught her to ride a bike. DSD's mom chimes in with, "Daddy helped." "Helped?" The man taught his daughter to ride a bike. Just because she was physically present when DSD finally realized that she could actually ride not mean that she was the one with the magic touch. So annoying.
I know it isn't a contest, but it still sucks. DSD is going to remember forever that her mom taught her to ride a bike, when, in fact, she had nothing to do with it (no, she has not been working with DSD on it). This is how it always goes - her mom is better, everything at her mom's house is better, everything at our house sucks. Everything important happens at her mom's house. Heck, even things that were cool that happened at our house are remembered by DSD as happening at her mom's house. The kid appreciates nothing that we do, and every teeny gesture her mom makes means the world. The phrase, "Thank you" is conspicuously absent when she is with us, yet eternally grateful to her mother. Heck, she probably didn't even say "thank you" for the new bike.
It doesn't matter that whatever her mom has going on is always temporary - the man providing the money and the fun always leaves eventually. Her life over there is constantly in flux. DSD has been told that they are moving to Colorado, then to Greece when her mom nearly married a bank robber, then her mom was dating the father of one of her classmates at school, then another dude with a child DSD's age, then her mom was going to marry a dude with a couple of kids that she became close to, then she moved in with the current dude and his kids who live forty-five minutes away (the ink on his divorce papers is not even dry). One of her sisters at her mom's is twenty-one and just finally graduated from high school. Her other sister is in the juvenile psych unit right now for slitting her wrists and ODing on pills (at 14). It is alway drama over there, all of the time.
We are always here, always the same, just taking care of business and being a family. But we are the ones who suck as a family, according to DSD.
It is days like this that I really regret marrying a man who already had a kid. I pray that our kids don't realize that our family is allegedly so second rate. It will not be a pretty day around here if that kid ever says something like that to DS1 or DS2. I will feel terrible if they feel as crappy as she tries to make DH and I feel about our family. If I only knew five years ago what I know now, I probably would have taken a different path.
I haven't felt this bad in a long time.
We have week on/week off parenting time with DSD. At the beginning of the summer, we bought DSD a bike with no training wheels in an effort to basically force her to learn to ride a bike. She had one with training wheels at her mom's, and one at our house that broke (hence the new purchase).
DH worked with her for weeks to teach her to ride that bike. it was *not* pleasant - lots of frustration, crying, general pissiness. By the end of this week, she was riding the bike, but only when she didn't know that DH had let go (he would run beside her). He always told her that she had been riding it by herself - she just needed the confidence that she could do it and she would be able to ride alone anytime.
Friday afternoon, DSD's mom sends us a picture of DSD riding her bike. DH called to congratulate her. This evening, on the phone with DSD, she tells DH about how her mom taught her to ride a bike. DSD's mom chimes in with, "Daddy helped." "Helped?" The man taught his daughter to ride a bike. Just because she was physically present when DSD finally realized that she could actually ride not mean that she was the one with the magic touch. So annoying.
I know it isn't a contest, but it still sucks. DSD is going to remember forever that her mom taught her to ride a bike, when, in fact, she had nothing to do with it (no, she has not been working with DSD on it). This is how it always goes - her mom is better, everything at her mom's house is better, everything at our house sucks. Everything important happens at her mom's house. Heck, even things that were cool that happened at our house are remembered by DSD as happening at her mom's house. The kid appreciates nothing that we do, and every teeny gesture her mom makes means the world. The phrase, "Thank you" is conspicuously absent when she is with us, yet eternally grateful to her mother. Heck, she probably didn't even say "thank you" for the new bike.
It doesn't matter that whatever her mom has going on is always temporary - the man providing the money and the fun always leaves eventually. Her life over there is constantly in flux. DSD has been told that they are moving to Colorado, then to Greece when her mom nearly married a bank robber, then her mom was dating the father of one of her classmates at school, then another dude with a child DSD's age, then her mom was going to marry a dude with a couple of kids that she became close to, then she moved in with the current dude and his kids who live forty-five minutes away (the ink on his divorce papers is not even dry). One of her sisters at her mom's is twenty-one and just finally graduated from high school. Her other sister is in the juvenile psych unit right now for slitting her wrists and ODing on pills (at 14). It is alway drama over there, all of the time.
We are always here, always the same, just taking care of business and being a family. But we are the ones who suck as a family, according to DSD.
It is days like this that I really regret marrying a man who already had a kid. I pray that our kids don't realize that our family is allegedly so second rate. It will not be a pretty day around here if that kid ever says something like that to DS1 or DS2. I will feel terrible if they feel as crappy as she tries to make DH and I feel about our family. If I only knew five years ago what I know now, I probably would have taken a different path.
I haven't felt this bad in a long time.








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, at 11. Hopefully she'll understand even more when our baby comes and we REALLY have no money. All you can do is keep being the best parent you can be and assume that one day she'll figure it out.
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