Crazy

Just where the heck have I been lately?  I can sum it up in one word: crazy!

First, a co-worker quit with no notice last week.  Take a wild guess whose lap all of that extra work was dumped into.  Next, my company, with impeccable timing, took on a consultant being trained by…you guessed it…ME!  My work days now consist of frantically treading water, yet still drowning in my ever-growing to-do list.

Last but not least, my older stepson moved in with us recently.

Wait…what?  Yep.  He was injured at boot camp and sent home a few months ago, which was a crushing disappointment for him.  But he had an even bigger disappointment waiting for him at his other home.

My stepchildren are lied to, pushed around, forced to live in upheaval, chaos, and insanity, all so their egg donor can hoard drama and attention at their expense.  All of my stepkids are wounded.  Living with a mentally-unbalanced mother has taken its toll, and it’s only getting worse.  How do I possibly explain to young kids why their own mother lies to them, steals from them, screams insults about their father one minute and cries about missing him the next, demands to know what their stepmother wears to bed?  How do I comfort them when they are painfully embarrassed by her?

They are all old enough to understand something is seriously wrong with their mother.  They are dragged from home to home on her selfish whim, forced to listen to her screaming matches and threats, then ordered through grit teeth to put on an act and pretend to be a happy family, damn it.  They want to escape, flee to the sanity, peace, and stability of our home, but are shouted at for wanting to be with their dad.  They are ordered to pretend their mother is normal, when it is horrifically obvious she is not.

The kids were with us this past weekend, and when we dropped them off at their address-of-the-week, they made it clear they didn’t want to go.  Why would they?  At our home, we have structure, rules, stability, but also fun, laughter, love, affection.  At their other home, they leave a bag packed for the next caterwauling fight, the next senseless argument, the next “I’m leaving and taking the kids with me”.

My older stepson committed the high crime of wanting to be with his sane parent. Psycho now childishly badmouths him.

She already badmouths me, because she is violently jealous.  She badmouths my husband because he does not love her anymore, and she can’t make him.

And guess who is forced to hear her vomiting up venom and hate about people they love and care about?

The ones paying the ultimate price, the ones dealing with the full brunt of her crazy, the ones slung around with no regard for their feelings, are the kids.  Again.  Always. 

Author: Sweat & Sparkle

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