I haven't said much about this because I was protecting my step kids from having to hear about this any more.
But, my silence isn't helping them. It's only helping to keep up appearances for their Mother.
I'm not protecting that Hag anymore. Also, my step kids aren't on here, they are on Twitter, so Tumblr gets to hold my trash.
So, I've not been shy about talking about my situation with my birth kids, to the point I'm pretty sure my birth kid unfollowed me at some point, which, I don't blame him. It gets really annoying when my brain would only sing one song for like 10 years or whatever.
So, I have 3 step kids. One is 19 as of this writing, and 2 are twins, who turn 17 in September. (They are almost exactly six months younger than my oldest son, talk about weird.)
I've been actively avoiding conflict about these kids for years now, not because they aren't worth fighting for but simply because it wasn't my fight. Their other step parent is very overbearing and the least thing I wanted for them was being actively fought over by 2 people who aren't even their parents.
I want to say it was around April this year when we first started hearing the stirrings of "Mom and J are trying to move to Florida. We aren't going with them."
Which, ok. I understand the want to move somewhere warmer to facilitate your healing better and a place where your partner's parents live. Like, I get that completely.
"We aren't going with them." would be enough to stop any self respecting parent in their tracks.
But this bitch has absolutely no self respect. None. At all.
This situation forced me to face my own life and decisions head on. The fact that, although coerced, I did stand in front of a court of law and gave my children away because I thought I was protecting them from harm. I was told the kids would be put into "the system" and be separated from one another until the end of time if I didn't do the "Responsible" thing and give them away.
"To fight" my lawyer said "would ensure a much worse life for your children."
Any Mother, I believe, when faced with those circumstances would do what I did, even if they knew it meant that they'd miss their kids growing up. Even though it breaks their heart.
In June, the other parents went to Florida to visit family and go scope out some places. Late July the house was put on the market and sold 4 days later. We didn't even have a firm plan as to who was going where yet. I'll explain.
Our house is rather small and isn't really a great place for a bunch of kids to live all at once. We wanted to make it work of course. We've been trying to get things in order all summer. But, the twins both love their school in the township about 20 minutes north of here, and they don't love being up at 5am.
So twin number 2 is living part time with her girlfriend and twin number 1 is living part time with my partner's Dad. My partner's Dad who just lost his wife last September.
The intention is, the twins live in their temporary places over the week, then come home to our place on the weekends. I would feel more comfortable if they could be here full time, but I understand the utility in their actions.
Lady 19 has been living here full time since 2021, although most of that time she lived in her dorm at a college in Cleveland.
She is starting at a local school this fall, and it appears may not even have to take out loans to do it. So, she will continue to be our full time resident, as well as her boyfriend who is here practically the whole time she is. Yes, we can talk all day about codependency, but her life is not mine to lead.
The other parents closed on their Michigan house about 3 weeks ago, and are expected to vacate their current home by September 12. Cuntbag McMoveface has done nothing but gotten all the way up our assholes as of late, saying she's putting together a binder with insurance etc, like we aren't going to take care of the kids. She refuses to sign the friend of the court paperwork that would enable us to give the kids their child support directly (because she wants a cut of it.)
She forwards message after message from the schools. And I emailed, "hey, how do we get you off of this so that you are no longer burdened by it?"
You know I didn't get a response. I'm giving her until she leaves to dissolve the FOC paperwork and if she doesn't. it's lawyer time, Baby! Maybe you think you can fuck with me, because I'm quiet and I stay WAY in the background.
Maybe you assume that because I was forced to give away my kids you'll find some sympathy here.
I am not entirely sure what you have taken me to be, but I would never willingly abandon my kids if I were not in extreme duress. The idea of it is unspeakable to me.
All this has done is filled me full of Mama Rage.
I feel like a goddamn pterodactyl, in that I just want to go into a blind rage, fly and scream. I want to make everything right for everyone. I already know I can't.
So today while my partner is at work I will go to the local coffee place to get myself breakfast, then start tidying up. I will start figuring out how to reconfigure my home to accommodate our 3 part time residents. I will likely go to the gym too, because in order for my mind to be strong, so must be my body.
It breaks my heart to think about all of the milestones I've missed in my kids' lives. I didn't get to see my youngest off to kindergarten, or my oldest into middle or high school, or coach my middle guy through choir in middle school. I feel like I missed their whole lives.
I would have never given them away were it not under extreme duress.
And this bitch is just... leaving her kids behind where she thinks my partner and I won't take care of them. she really fucking thinks she is leaving them on their own.
and that. that is what angers me. Why the hell would you consider leaving your children alone? what the actual fuck is wrong with this bitch?
In either case, my work is cut out for me. My heart hurts for them.
And I'll end with a story. One year, we took the kids on vacation with us. We went to the West side of the state with our old chocolate lab, loaded both cars and brought my daughter and the 3 steps.
When we pulled up to our campsite one evening, a boat had parked in our spot. I backed up my Fiesta to the boat, (which was easily 3 times the size of the car) then loudly proclaimed "My boat now, bitch!" to try to get the attention of whomever parked the boat.
Welp, "My kids now, Bitch!"
You no longer have any say in their lives.
Welcome to the miserable feelings I warned you about when you had the raw audacity to complain that you couldn't buy your kid "anything" for their birthday because money was tight.
Try not being able to say "Happy Birthday" to your kid, let alone be able to buy them anything that doesn't end up locked in a parent's room somewhere.
Welcome to the hell of your own creation. I have no sympathy for the likes of you. I have no mercy. If you wrong my new children, I will punish you severely. You will be lucky if they don't block you, as they see your deception for what it really is.
I don't know how we are going to make any of this work, but I do know that I have the skill to do it. Once the trauma monkey in my brain wakes up, I will do amazing things. Any... Day... Now...
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