It’s very hard to be warm, welcoming and yet detached, when effectively children come into your home (that you pay for entirely) and they reject you/ are rude/ have behavioural issues/ are entitled. No one else, in any walk of life would be welcome into my home if they consistently did any of the above. However it’s it SC, not only should they be allowed, the SM should know why they’re doing it, make allowances. And be the bigger person.
Absolutely.
And yet apparently wanting any control over your own home or feeling resentful that you have none make you awful.
It’s very easy to vilify SMs without really considering quite how stressful it is to live like that.
I certainly hadn’t anticipated how much harder everything would be when it all happened in my home. When it was just occasionally visiting my husband’s house, I could ignore or tolerate many of his children’s dreadful behaviour because it wasn’t my home. I was a visitor and I could go home at any time. I could take my child home too. I neither expected nor wanted any control over things because it wasn’t my home.
When DH moved in to my house, it was very different. I no longer had a safe, comfortable other house to escape to. Neither did my sons. And it’s much harder to smile and nod at things you fundamentally disagree with happening to your things. I didn’t want the DSC scooting around the house, banging into things, making cooking dangerous, for example. It wasn’t ok for them to go into my sons’ rooms, take their things and break them. It wasn’t ok for them to scream and prevent my sons from being able to hear the tv. It wasn’t ok that my sons had to say please and thank you while the DSC just shouted ‘I want... NOW’.
At the same time, DH seemed to shift to expecting me to be some sort of mother to his kids. It seems marriage meant that I must take on that role in his mind. But they don’t want a sort of mother. They won’t do what I ask them to. And DH doesn’t actually like it if I try to do what a mother would do and impose rules or whatever.
Moving to a bigger, co-owned house didn’t alleviate that; things deteriorated. DH’s ex behaved dreadfully, denying contact because she was unhappy he’d moved on, bought a house, and we were having a baby. So he got scared of upsetting his children ever as it might give his ex ammunition. And she’d try to interfere in basic aspects of my home life (seriously she tried to insist that DSD should always choose what everyone ate and that we had to organise dinner the way she wanted it done and so on).
All of a sudden, it wasn’t just about learning to live together such that compromise on all sides (or at least all adult sides) was possible. No. I lived in a house where DH’s ex had inordinate amounts of control, directly (in threats to withdraw contact if X didn’t happen - where X was usually something petty like the kids being allowed to eat in front of the tv or not given broccoli) and via her children (in so many ways, and especially through the really strong loyalty bind she’s created in DSD). And where my husband was terrified he’d not see his children so he became ever more permissive and scared of them being upset by anything. And so that goes on and on. The kids (especially DSD) know he’s easily manipulated and that they can lie to their mum and she’ll cause trouble.
DSD also decided (influenced by all this) that she is going to get rid of me so her mum can come and live with dad in this much bigger house. So her behaviour is just lovely. If she accidentally has a nice time with me there, she feels so guilty that she doubles down on the horrible stuff.
Thing is, none of this is my SK’s fault. They are really not very pleasant children (their father doesn’t like their behaviour or attitudes or find it enjoyable to spend time with them because of it). And I have given up any hope of a positive relationship with them. I just try to step back and have as minimal impact on them as possible. They could be lovely children, but the dynamic between their parents (which was equally awful the entire short marriage it seems) and how it shapes all the relationships in this house, is making them extremely difficult and unlikeable. Their parents are failing them. And they’re failing me.
If you look at the current situation, it might look like just another failing SM. Clearly I’m just not warm or caring enough. And I’m just not seeing it from their POV enough and trying to meet their needs. And so on. And I should see them as ‘my children’ and treat them as if they were mine. And so on.
But actually I am enormously successful in the only thing within my control. I am great at ensuring that my sons can have a positive relationship with DH. I don’t expect unreasonable things of him and let him have an easy fun uncle type role. I adjust my parenting based on DH’s needs in all sorts of ways. And, to his credit, my ex succeeds here too. He doesn’t interfere or kick off and he has made it emotionally possible for DS to like DH without feeling disloyal. In fact, the only person who ever negatively affects that is DH (who will try to talk negatively about my ex - because he’s seemingly unable to just accept that part of my life is forever over and I have no need to be angry at my ex, despite him doing all sorts of awful things).
It’s bloody hard to be a SM. Especially when the SC’s parents are failing at being part of a stepfamily. I can have some influence with my husband. But there’s nothing I can do about his ex.