Stone Cold B!&@#

Let’s just start by saying that I’m very hesitant to use the “B” word with regard to an almost-teen.  But when she’s mirroring her mother, there really isn’t any other word that even comes close to describe her behavior.

The therapy session with dad started with full-blown tears as the 12-year old listed off all the reasons why she hates dad and wants to live with her mother full-time.  It’s not worth describing every point made for even the 12-year old struggled to come up with actual reasons why.  I’ll summarize:

“You never listen…” = “I’m angry that I’m not getting my way.”  This mostly pertains to having to go to school and limiting WiFi at night.  Dad’s not listening is actually dad being a responsible parent by making sure his daughter gets an education and the sleep she needs.

“You’re stubborn…” = “I’m still not getting exactly what I want and no matter how many times I make my argument, you stubbornly say no.”  In addition to going to school, this includes dad’s insistence upon adding something healthy to her otherwise all-sugar diet.  No, we don’t consider Nutella a healthy food group nor do we allow her to take the Costco sized tub of peanut M&Ms to her bedroom.  The last time she did that, the entire tub was eaten in less than 36 hours.

“You never buy me anything…” – “I feel entitled to buy everything I want and resent any restrictions whatsoever.”  Despite the fact that the brand new gaming computer box is still sitting upstairs at our house, everything that makes its way to mom’s house, the 12-year old has been led to believe mom bought for her.  This goes for clothes, room decorations, dad’s personal skateboard, and a bike from grandma.  It is truly beyond my understanding how mom can convince her daughter that she is the only one buying things.

“All my friends hate being here…” – “My friends and I would rather be at moms where there are no rules.”  Never mind the fact that we’re driving everyone to the ski slopes and paying for private snowboarding classes…

Weak reasoning aside, the therapy session took a dire turn the moment the 12-year old reduced dad to tears.  Although she had used her own tears for added affect throughout the session, the moment dad finally cracked, the 12-year felt she had finally won.  She turned stone cold – ZERO emotion – Earning nothing short of the “B” designation.  Even with the therapist’s guidance that she would regret this decision to alienate her father, the 12-year simply replied that she didn’t care and that it was her regret to have.

Whew…  Seriously, where do you go from here???

Her reactive sense of calm, coupled with her total lack of empathy, in response to her father’s distress, is what disturbs me the most.  In a way, this 12-year old is acting out the exact same behaviors that her mother used to.  Since mom no longer has the ability to unload as usual, she’s using her own daughter as an outlet… Finding a warped sense of fulfillment every time her daughter hurts her father on mom’s behalf.

Sadly, some patterns live on through children long after divorce.  And while this 12-year old may not recognize it now, this time with dad that’s being stolen from her is precious.  My hope is that she recognizes the alienation game mom is playing out of spite and that she has an abundance of opportunities to love and be loved unconditionally by her father.

Life is too short to stubbornly accumulate regrets.

F*@# Step-Hood

I am changing my focus with regard to my travel chic blog.  I’ve landed in the States in a completely new life with my partner and his 12 year old daughter that’s beyond foreign to me.

Let’s just start out with the fact that I chose not to have children.  Even as a little girl, I would line my friends and their dolls up on the floor over a stretch of fabric and carefully cut out patterns to sew them clothes while they played house.  There was always a part of me that knew I needed the freedom of flying solo to spread my wings and explore the world.

Now, at 40-something, I’m playing house with a slightly hostile pre-teen that pushes and argues every boundary to exhaustion, then performs Hollywood-worthy meltdowns if she doesn’t get her way.  It’s not just physically and emotionally draining… Some days it’s drains my very soul.

Not having children of my own, I’m missing out on all the parent-support that exists out there.  Not being her actual mother, I’m not socially acceptable by her friend’s mothers who pledged their alliance to the ex.  And while there are amazingly supportive communities online who have handled these challenges for far longer than I have, I have yet to find my “people.”

Who are my people?  Brutally honest, candid, and don’t take offense.  I have no time or energy for sugar-coating or being perfectly PC in a world that searches for reasons to take offense.  Because sometimes we just need to vent and not worry about who’s offended by our use of the F-word.  I need people who can find humor amidst even the darkest and dreariest of days – We either laugh or cry through our toughest experiences and I prefer to laugh.  And (of course) someone who will keep the wine flowing until we can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

That is my ultimate goal – Create a space where anyone can share freely and know that we are not alone.  However, I also want to create a positive and uplifting space where we don’t get stuck sharing more horror stories than kind support and unique insights.  It’s a little too easy to get caught up in the one-upmanship of “well you think that’s bad… just you wait until I tell you what happened to me…”

If you feel so inspired, please join me.  Warning – Things may get a little blunt and just might include inappropriate language when appropriate words fail to support us.  There will definitely be a heavy dose of sarcasm followed by laughter over extremely inappropriate of things.  But I promise to always keep a positive focus because that’s just who I am. 

Welcome!  Let me pour you a glass of wine.

Now let’s share the good, the bad, and funny-as-hell stuff about our step-hood experiences.  There’s never a lack of drama in this step-world.