Coco - I do see your point. And am sewing those seeds with Dp. But I can't force him to stop wanting his fair share. And I can't stop him pushing for his ex to play fair.
Humour me and read the following please - it may help you understand why I am so angry.
I have tried so very hard to get along with their mum, right from the get go.
My dp's well meaning mum engineered my meeting the kids way before any of us were happy about. After it happened I told Dp that if his ex wanted to meet me/talk to me etc then i was fine with it. She did, we talked, she was very open about why their marriage ended hence why I know the details. her whole attitude flipped after I had dd. All through my pregnancy she was great. Lent me books, gave me bits from when dsd had been a baby. Then the day I had her it all changed. She became aggressive, antagonistic and started this ridiculous game of point scoring and damaging the kids relationship with their dad.
Maybe she thinks that dd will push her kids out of their dad's life, maybe she wants more and her Dp doesn't - I don't know and part of me doesn't care. All I care about is that her games are hurting her kids. They do not deserve that.
She either doesn't see or doesn't want to see the harm she is doing to them. When dd was rushed into hospital I was alone with all 3 kids. I begged her to come and get her kids so they didn't have to spend all their Sunday in hospital. Her son asked her if he could come home - he was scared for his little sister and he wanted his mum - he was 12 but he wanted his mum not to be left with my parents because his dad was uncontactable at work. She lied to him. She told him they had gone away and she couldn't come and get him. As we drove out the end of our street she drove passed. That poor frightened little boy looked broken when he saw her. To the point my very quiet non-confrontational step son told his mother she was a liar to her face. And she laughed at him. He learned a lesson that day that no child should ever learn no matter how old they are.
Dp and I do everything we can to shelter them. He texts/emails so that there is no danger of them over hearing anything. Absolutely everything we do is to enrich them or compensate for things she has done.
For example - dsd was desperate to join Brownies. There isn't one in our town but I am a leader in a nearby town and have been for over 20 years. So I got her a place at a unit (not mine as I wanted her to experience it on her own) & she adored it. Dss is a bit of an outsider, he doesn't have great social skills, was under assessment for asd (he was deemed to not be) so when he asked if he could join cubs we were eager to encourage it. Again the town we live in dowsnt have a group he could go to as he does St. John on their meeting night so we enrolled him in one over the road from the Brownies. He did 1 night and came out begging to go on the camp they were going on. He had never been interested in anything like it previously. He bloody loved it. He made friends for the first time in his life. He joined in sports, he got dirty, he got soaked on orienteering games and activities that would normally have seen the sort of meltdowns that contributed to the asd assessments saw that boy come so far out of his shell that he has never been the same since.
Those kids adored those activities. We paid for everything, camp, uniform, subs, equipment, everything. We did all the running about, arranged it on their contact nights with us. It didn't effect her at all. And yet she bullied them until the quit. She refused to allow them to come to us, found excuses why they couldn't have their normal contact with their dad. Only when the kids tearfully told Dp they didn't want to go anymore did she reinstate contact.
She is doing this with Christmas because the kids want to be with dad. Because they enjoy being here and she doesn't like it.
Believe me I wish it wasn't like this. I wish they weren't being dragged into it. I adore the bones of those kids. I hate seeing the disappointment and the hurt in their faces. And the fact she is the one causing so much of it makes me bloody livid. If that makes me a bitch then I hold my hands up.