DSD 8 came round Xmas Eve morning. Had a lovely day seeing my partner's family. Opened pressies from them, played games, lovely meal etc. the usual. Came home, wore matching PJ's, had hot chocolates, ate crap, watched 3 Christmas films back to back (wanted to poke my own eyes out but went along with it as knew DSD was having fun), left out a carrot for Rudolph. Genuinely lovely day.
DSD goes to bed around 9pm. 30 mins later cue the hysterical crying from DSD how she misses mummy and doesn't want to be with us at Christmas but at home with her mum. Great. Awful way to finish the day and you can tell from my partner he's really hurt even though he says 'it's one of those things'.
This isn't a post moaning about DSD, moaning about my partner, or even my life as a step mum. But this is the reality sometimes. You have a lovely day and then boom, it can be destroyed in half an hour and then you're all wondering what you did so wrong.