Hi,
This is my first ever post.
Today I went to buy a book about step-parenting, but the first few chapters are not proving easy.
I'm 27 years old, my boyfriend is 34 and has 2 kids, who I adore, aged 7 & 9. I've been with my boyfriend for over a year, and we're generally very happy.
Recently, I've been really struggling with where I fit in to this equation. I love spending time with the kids, who stay at mine once every weekend (my boyfriends home is too small). But I'm finding myself angry, resentful and a bit lost..
For example, this morning as I came into the kitchen, my boyfriend asked if the kids could stay another night (they stayed last night), and before I could agree, the girl came in and said "yay!!! We're staying another night!" So here's where I'm finding it difficult, I would have said yes. I want him to spend time with his kids, he lights up when they're around. But why did he agree to it with his ex and his kids before even asking me? I know it's stupid, but it's my home, and it's one thing I have a bit of control over.
A few days ago, I broke down and told him how hard I'm finding it all. It can be very overwhelming finding yourself in the situation. Also, on top of the fact that we live next to Grenfell Tower and have lost friends this year, I've been finding that hard too. A psychotherapist has said I have PTSD, so I know that I'm extra sensitive at the moment. I've tried to relay that, and I've asked for patience and support. But as soon as the kids are around, it's forgotten - and that's when I need the support the most.
I do have a good relationship with the kids, I love them to pieces. The first couple of months were tricky, but they're amazing and they've shown me love, in their own way. And I hope I've shown them it too.
We went camping last week, the kids wanted to sleep next to their dad, which is understandable. I slept on the edge (no blanket was shared with me), and it was cold. I slept for about 40 minutes and woke up soaking wet as I'd LITERALLY been pushed by his son to the edge of the tent (turns out the son had a dream about a shark that he had to push away - so many thoughts - does he think I'm a shark?!). Anyway, at 3am I got the car keys and went to sleep in the freezing car. Again, only slept for about an hour when his daughter opened the car door unexpectedly. I simply said "what's going on?", she said "sorry" and closed the door, I didn't think that much more of it. Until when I came out of the car to be told by my bf that I'd made her cry as I didn't allow her to get something from the car?!?!?? THE ANGER. Had she of just asked, I would have helped her. But instead she cried to daddy that I was stopping her from doing something that I had no idea she wanted to do. I was so mad that my bf could take her side on this one - the same child who bawled her eyes out a week before because a fish finger had fallen out of her burger. Am I selfish? Am I not compassionate?
I spoke with her afterwards, gave her a big hug and said to her that I NEVER want to make her cry, that is never my intention. I told her that I want to be here for her if she needs me, and I want her to know how much she is loved. The 'Sorry' was hard though, as I still don't think I did anything... I guess this is where parents and step parents differ.. step parents, who haven't had kids of their own and have no siblings, don't necessarily understand apologising for nothing - or putting there pride aside to make a bit of peace.
This whole situation makes me feel so low, so depressed and my self-esteem has plummeted.
I think, yes, I'm overreacting but at the same time, I've never had to be more generous or selfless. There's no cement to hold us together, like there is with the biological family, no shared history. It's all brand new, and I know it's tough for them, but it's damn tough for me too.
I'm my own worst enemy, I think I'm the worst step parent in the world, even though the 9 year old girl tells me she loves me all the time. I feel like I'm failing them, and always will. I feel like I'm failing myself by not being the wonderful, selfless and unfazed woman that I once was.
I feel sad and disappointed with myself. I just need to know that it's normal, and that by continuing to treat these kids with love & kindness, things will get better.
I chose my partner, I didn't choose his kids - but I want them around forever and ever, and I love them so much. But how do I get over this resentment and pain? And how do I learn to let go of the small things? How do I learn to take a step back and leave the nagging to him (though he really doesn't tell them off or discipline them in any way, I guess he wants the few days a week he has with them to be fun and happy).. but it leaves me feeling rubbish..
And most of all, how can I get my partner to understand how I'm feeling without getting defensive? I'm trying to learn everything that he has known for the last 9 years, without having any history, blood relation or input. I just need him to understand how I feel.
I feel like I'm going mad. Hope you made it all the way through!
Thanks for reading xx
P.S. As I mentioned, it's my first post. I'm telling you all that I'm finding things hard - please feel free to constructively criticise, but my head and heart can't handle much more. Xx