I live with my DP and her daughter and have done for two and half years now, DSD is 4 next week. We recently moved quite far for DPs job which is full time so I became the stay at home parent and do the traveling for drop offs and pick ups, twice a fortnight, as it takes the best part of the day. I love them both more than I can say and though DSD is still getting used to the change things are settling down very quickly and we have a great time together. This is helped by her starting a new nursery two days a week so that she can play and socialise with other children and I can hear myself think and watch something not from the kids section on Netflix clean the house and catch up on any jobs.
The other day when she was insisting that she couldn't possibly tidy her room and I was 'presenting a different point of view' she broke down and asked me not to smack her for being naughty. I have never smacked DSD, she did once head but my hand mid tantrum while flinging herself at me and then accuse me of hitting her as a result so I thought she was referring to this. She wasn't, it turns out when she is naughty at daddies he sometimes smacks her bum. I am really not ok with this, my father believed very much in corporal punishment and I still remember that horrible feeling of fear, powerlessness and betrayal it still brings back strong emotions now. She still wants to go and see her dad, clearly loves him and runs to him whenever she sees him. Also she has had form for exaggerating things in the past like the head butting incident.
I guess I am posting so that I can let it out, it would be unfair to burden DP with all of this, she would just feel even worse. It's just that today I had to hand DSD over and I found it suddenly very hard to do, hard to not ask him straight out (wouldn't do much good, he lies to everyones face and does his best to make DPs life as hard as he can get away with) or to just hit him and say if he ever did it again I would damn well kill him (I know, plainly ridiculous would make everything ten times worse, set a terrible example for DSD and probably break my hand however satisfying it might be at the time). What has got me the hardest though is feeling that I am completely and utterly letting down my DSD, I know how abandoned I felt when it happened to me. That when I did tell people about it nothing changed so I thought I clearly must have deserved it. I can't sleep though I am so tired, thinking of it happening and that there is nothing I can do to stop it. That I can't protect the little girl who calls me 'the best AtArPo ever'.