Never in a million years did I anticipate all of the emotions and difficulties that can come with having a relationship with a man who has kids.
DP has 3 kids (all pre-school / primary-school age) and looks after them fulltime. We only see each other at weekends, so each month it is usually a couple of weekends with all 5 of us, a weekend with just me and DP, and a weekend apart.
I'm starting to really dread the weekends where it is all 5 of us. They are generally good kids or at least I think they are 'normal' kids - sometimes they all play well together, sometimes they bicker, nothing that I would consider out of the ordinary. But the weekends that I am there I end up feeling bored and trapped. Sometimes I physically remove myself from DP and the kids and go to read in his/our bedroom, for a break, but generally one by one the kids will follow. The same thing in the mornings when I am trying to get showered and dressed. I suppose I am a much quieter and more private person than I thought and being around 3 kids really challenges that.
An example - the youngest (3) came home from preschool, meaning it was the 3 of us at home. I was upstairs on my ipad, she came up wanting to play, and DP then followed to take her out in the garden to play. I look outside and see her playing happily on her own, DP sat having a drink and chatting on his phone. I go downstairs to sit with him, after which he gets in the hammock and falls asleep, leaving me to play with the youngest who is quite demanding at times ("you have to play this with me now" "you have to come here and get this for me"). It's normal 3-year-old behaviour I think, and I should probably be grateful that she wants to spend time playing with me, but I ended up feeling trapped like I couldn't say no to her, when actually I had just wanted to sit in the sun while she/she and DP played.
It also makes me question having children of my own, either with DP or with someone else. I see the day-to-day life with kids and I get a gut feeling that it isn't for me. I always assumed that it would be, one day. But I just don't enjoy the things that I think other people enjoy - I don't particularly enjoy playing children's games, I don't enjoy sitting together and watching children's tv, I don't enjoy days out together even when they are relatively well behaved. The thought of organising a children's party fills me with dread. I do enjoy the times when they all play together nicely, because it means they are occupied and there is time to sit and breathe!
DP has always said that he never wants his limitations to limit me - that is to say, if he can't come on holiday or do a particular thing because of the kids, that I should feel free to go on my own or with someone else. In a way this is like being handed a get-out-of-jail-free card - I feel like, by being a stepmother at most, I will have more freedom to 'detach' and to do my own thing sometimes.
I don't know what I am trying to say or ask with this post - I suppose I am looking to see if anyone else has found that stepkids have challenged their ideas about children or being a parent in the future. I would like to say that, despite all of the above, I do play with the kids, do give them a lot of attention and praise. Outwardly I think I 'play the part' but inside I have a lot of emotions that I am struggling with.