I am not 100% happy, but I keep it all inside myself. Every day I tell my step children that I love them and I do for them more or less everything I do for my biological children - within reason.
I share my biological children with my husband. I have no children from a previous. I think because if this dynamic, and for the sake of my own children as well as my steps, it is more important than ever to make all children in our home feel equal and loved.
I do not “love” my step children in the same way I do my own children. I feel respectful towards them - they were here first. I am here to enrich, not to upset their apple cart. Despite my feelings, I make sure they feel loved every day because I want to give them the best chance of being well-adapted and being able to form normal relationships into adulthood. Life is much more fulfilling when you can enjoy fulsome relationships with others. And besides, they’ll never move out if they’re too broken to marry!!
My step children are both at secondary school now. I met them when they were babies / toddlers - I was not the other woman, by the way!
I think the feeling is mutual. They seem mostly to like me but there’s no way they confuse it with love for their parents.
They are sometimes with us all the time, sometimes only half. Never less than that, which I guess means they feel good here. Their mother allows the children to choose for themselves, so long as we pay her £1,100 per month. There have been custody battles in our past. Long, expensive and treacherous. They almost broke us.
I hate their mother with my every fibre. But I keep that all in too.
Some days, I feel like I don’t like anything… I don’t like the mess, the rudeness, the meals they demand… and there’s loads of weirdness around growing up. They aren’t SEN but the 14yo isn’t allowed a bra and still sits in a high-back car seat. The 11yo still has to be bathed… (NOT BY ME, TYVM)
But most days, I’m okay. I’m busy - I work a lot and I have a lot of people to run around after. I don’t have a lot of time to sit around feeling annoyed.
Keep it in. Keep it in. Fairly certain I’m going to end up with a stomach ulcer.
Overall, I would say I don’t mind my life but that is not a ringing endorsement. I wouldn’t say I recommend it.
I do not allow ANY children in our en suite. Whether I grew them or not… No kids in the en suite. This is how and where I survive. This tiny room is where I am 100% happy.