Evil Stepmother!!

You know in all those fairy tales where the stepmother is just evil? She's never just a friend, or a second mom. She's just looked at as someone who stole the kids' daddy away, and never on the same side as the children. Well that's how I feel my boyfriend's kids feel about me.

My boyfriend has three kids. And although they can be handfuls at times (what kid aren't handfuls every now and then?) they are truly the sweetest little things. I love them like they are my own. And what's best is they get along with my little girl so well! But no matter what I try, they don't like me. End of discussion.

I have tried doing one on one things with them to show them that I'm into the same things they are. Like, I took the oldest boy, Kaden, out fishing. He loves to fish. The whole time we were there, he was asking when we were going to go back, and that no matter what, I'll never add up to his dad.

And that's another thing: the kids' dad's house is never called "home" to them. They will tell their dad that his apartment (our apartment) will never be as good as their mom's house. They always compare the toys that are at their mom's house versus the toys they have here at our home. Nothing is good enough. It's true, the kids' mom is more financially set than we are, but why should a 9, 7, and 6 year old care about that?

The boys even go as far as destroy their toys and things at our home. When we talked to their mom to see if they have the same behavior at her house, she tells us no. The way she talks, she hardly ever has to get on them about their rooms. They play with things right, and they put things away when they are done. It's like pulling teeth to get them to pick up their toys here.

It used to be just an annoyance with me until my daughter asked me to not buy her anything ever again. I asked her why, and she says that my boyfriend's kids will tell her that her stuff isn't good enough and belittles her. She told me she loves new things but then feels bad when they see it. My daughter never grew up in a rich home. Most of her clothes were handed down to her. So, when she gets a new toy or a new outfit, she just lights up, because it's not everyday that it happens.

I'm stuck about this issue. I don't know what to do. Any advice would be helpful...

SocialSpark? This Is New

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I had just signed up for SocialSpark, which is a website that allows you to blog your opinions on different products and, if done right, you could get paid for your blog posts. I figured I could give it a try. Extra money is always good, and it may give me something to write about when I've got writer's block.

Signing up for SocialSpark was relatively easy and very user friendly. Each section told me exactly what to do and how to do it, but still left me enough room for me to personalize my own answers. I'd say the hardest part for me was filling in the "About Me" section. Since companies will read this section to see how qualified I am to review their product, I had no idea what to say. How much of my personal life do they really want, or need, to know?

After the sign up process, I began my journey through the site to see what it all includes; and, more importantly, how well can I get through it. Like I previously said, very user friendly. Each area of the site is plainly marked and the whole thing is easy to read. It was actually a bit of a pleasure to go through.

This is only day one for me, but I'm optimistic about my relationship with SocialSpark. I'm hoping to find some interesting topics to add to my blog, and hopefully this website will help. I guess we'll see...

The Start

Time really flies, doesn't it? It doesn't seem that long ago when I was the big 16 and thinking I was on top of the world and knew it all. I remember thinking my parents were the worst living beings on this earth, and I did everything I could to make their lives miserable. So many times I would hear, "One day your child will do the same things you're doing to me and you'll think then!" I pray to the good Lord that my child doesn't go down the path I chose for myself. I would like to see her be smarter than her ol' Mamma.

It seems like yesterday that I was pregnant with my daughter and very miserable through the whole pregnancy. I was only 17 at the time, and a very wild teenager. I thought I had just ruined my life and that I just gave myself 18+ years of prison with a kid. I remember thinking that, then in the same breath thinking what a horrible mother I was bound to be because of my terrible thoughts on an unborn child. Those are supposed to be miracles. Honestly, if it wasn't for my little girl, I would still probably be a druggy and a party girl with nothing to show for myself. 

The past 5 years has been a rocky, yet very pleasurable experience. I can say that I have finally grown from a girl to a woman. I now know what the meaning of work is. I know what it's like to struggle. I know what it's like to go hungry so my child can eat. What's most important is I know what it's like to love and be loved.

This is my journey through life. These are my thoughts and feeling reflecting my everyday experiences, views, passion, life events, and everything else.