So technically I’m a step mother to a nine year old girl. I’m not married to the father, but we live together and she lives with us every other weekend and longer on vacations. I’m pretty new to this gig, as Daddy and I have only been together about two years.
The child is your stereotypical only child, with severe “only child syndrome.” She’s got six grandparents (my parents consider her their grandchild already!) who spoil the living daylights out of her. I’m talking, whatever the child wants-she gets. This child will go online and look for stuff for people to buy her. As long as she’s getting her way, she is the sweetest, most intelligent and caring little girl you could ever wish for. But if she’s not getting her way? Clear the decks because she is going on a RAMPAGE. And when she goes on a rampage? Princess gets what princess wants.
I was raised very differently from this child. I was raised to respect my elders, not to talk back and to be the subordinate one in the house (as a child, not a woman!) She, on the other hand, is being raised to speak however she wants to adults, and to rule the house. She’ll be drinking a capri sun on the couch and when she’s done? Throws it on the floor, fully expecting someone to clean it up after her. When we drive somewhere she will wait in the car until someone opens her door. Plus, she expects to be fully entertained at all moments of the day. We were going to watch a movie at home one night and my SO and I were going to run upstairs to change and she yelled out “who’s gonna entertain me!!!” for those five minutes. Sometimes I just stare at her with my mouth agape, totally in shock at the kind of behavior she gets away with on a daily basis.
Now, these things should be fully fixable with a little discipline, right? Sure! Except, no one in her entire family will discipline this child. No one. Again, only child. Princess. Or, more fittingly, big boss lady. Now, as daddy’s girlfriend, I’ve been told by multiple parties that I am not allowed to discipline her. Fine. Except, I spend more time with her than anyone when she’s here. Daddy works weekends and won’t take time off to spend with her. Trust me, I’ve begged. So I’m stuck every other weekend with her all day for two days, until daddy gets home. Now, I do discipline her verbally because, quite simply, I will not take shit from a nine year old. So last weekend when she called her father and I idiots, I told her not to speak to adults that way and her father asked “why are we idiots?” :rolleyes: Way to back me up, dad! When we went bowling and she pushed me for no reason and then lied to our faces about having apologized, her father bought her candy :rolleyes: When I complain to her father about the way she speaks to me, he just says “you should see how she talks to her mother!” So, I guess I should consider myself lucky I’m not the only one?
Now, I would just grin and bear it. Not my child, after all. Except, like I said above, I’m stuck with her all weekend long, alone. It’s gotten to the point where I fear her. I’m 28 years old and I’m afraid of a nine year old! Also, her father says he fully expects her to be living with us by the time she’s 15. Her mother (a complete psycho) moved in with her father when she was a teenager and patterns in that family are pretty set. At this rate, the girl will be a fire breathing monster by 15. And since I can’t disclipline her (and when I do, dad doesn’t back me up because he’s got the whole “guilty weekend dad” thing happening) I feel totally helpless. I’m madly in love with the father, we’re talking about marriage and I am bound and determined not to let this child break us up.
But I’m not here to talk about how the way she’s being raised. I’m here to talk about our relationship, because it bothers me more than it should. We get along. I love her, she loves me (on a good day.) Which brings me to my last and biggest concern. Her moods change like the wind. When he goes to pick her up, I never know if she’s going to come running in and give me a bear hug, or completely ignore me. It’s got me tied in knots. Sometimes she’ll be all snuggly and loving with me and other times she’ll be downright hostile to me, for no reason whatsoever. And I’m the only one she’s this inconsistent with. Just last night we were watching the stars and snuggling and this morning, when I said good morning to her she totally ignored me and said “where’s daddy?” When I told her he was at work and would be home in a couple hours, she just said “wahhh!”. Now she’s upstairs totally ignoring me some more. What the hell? Again, she’s not my child so I don’t have the whole unconditional love/maternal instinct going. If anything, I want to say to her “look you little brat…” It’s a lot harder for me to get past the bratty behavior than her parents and grandparents so half the time I find myself avoiding her, then feeling guilty about it.
I don’t really know how to end this so, “the end.” Oh, and thanks for reading my novel.