Archive for January, 2010

My parents divorced when I was 10 years old. I am still today affected by this and I believe that I will always be. I don’t blame my parents for getting divorced. I was much better for me to live in two different households that to live with parents who disrespected each other and fought all the time. I do however, blame my dad for his attitude towards me in the whole thing.

My dad has always seemed more at ease with my brother. It was as if he did not know what to do with a girl. But that was not excuse for the way he made me feel left out. I felt, all my life, that I was not good enough for him. No matter what my choices were, they would be wrong. His harsh words resonate in my head every single day. He not only made me feel unworthy, he told me so. He was never interested in what I was doing and his dissapointment in me goes even beyond my attitude, my life choices… he even thinks I’m not good looking enough. My dad has always said that he dreamed of the day I would be older, a tall blond girl that he could walk next to and have people think was his girlfriend. Well, turns out I’m short with brown hair. I’m not ugly but I’m not the babe he was looking for.

Right now, I am working out those feelings. I have to let go of all that anger and resentment towards him. I need to let his words leave my head. I don’t know how I will accomplish this but I’m working that out. I think it is the first step for me to hopefully be happy one day!

I’m about to leave for my second therapy session. I have tried many therapists before and nothing has ever worked for me. But after spending months at home trying to figure out what is wrong with me, how I’m functionning, I think I finally have a better idea of what I need to work on. Before, going to a therapists was just a really expensive way to vent my frustrations. I could have done that with friends or family for free! Now I see that it can be different.

There are many different types of therapy as well, which I didn’t know about. I have read a little about that and found the type of therapy that I felt the most at ease with. I don’t know that this will actually make a difference, but at least this time I feel like I took control of my therapy, that I’m not just waiting for a miracle to happen.

Here are the different types of therapies I have read about… if it can help anyone out there

http://mcgraw-hill.co.uk/openup/approach/

I had already read this list of rules and it had made me think the very same thing as this author. The need, for a stepmother, to feel like she is consulted, and not have things imposed on her. The importance of her marriage or couple, before anything else so that the family has a chance of surviving. If only my man and his ex could read this and get it. And maybe even apply some of what is said here! Ouf!

I recently read an interesting post about a stepmother’s bill or rights on Becoming a Stepmom. Apparently there have been some interesting discussions floating around on the net about whether or not it is dangerous to stepfamilies. Below is one version of the bill of rights and my perspective on each.

1. I will be part of the decision-making process in my marriage and family at all times.

I agree with this one and don’t think it’s unreasonable for a married woman to want to be part of the decision-making process in her marriage and family at all times. I thought that’s how a married couple was supposed to operate. I think some people have a problem with this particular “right” because they assume that stepmothers mean that they should be involved in picking the school, doctor, dentist, religion, etc.for their stepchild. This is not what this “right” is saying. Stepmothers aren’t demanding control here, they are asking to be included on the decisions that directly affect them and their marriage as a whole and their husbands should include them on matters that will affect their marriage and family.

2. People outside the immediate family – including ex-wives, in-laws and adult children – cannot make plans that affect my life without my consent.

Similar to the one above, this is another one that is often misinterpreted. Again, stepmothers aren’t asking to be included on choosing schools, dentists, doctors or signing their stepchildren up for extra curricular activities. I think all this falls under the heading of “common sense.” We know that we don’t need to be consulted on those types of things and don’t expect to be, IF the decisions don’t affect us. It’s when you sign them up and then notify the stepmother that she is the one who will be taking him every week that’s the problem. You can’t make plans for someone else’s life. My biological parents were married nearly 30 years before my dad passed away and neither of them ever signed us up for activities and then told the other (without checking their schedules) that he or she would be the one taking him. It’s called common courtesy and isn’t unreasonable to expect, even for a stepmother.

3. I will not be responsible for the welfare of children for whom I can set no limits.

This is another one that I find very difficult to understand why certain people don’t get it. Some have said that stepmothers should just accept that they won’t be involved in discipline because it should be left up to mom and dad and/or the children just won’t accept it.  Personally, I don’t think CHILDREN should have a say in this matter. If you do something wrong and you’re in the care of an adult, that adult should have the right to discipline you. If the children are with grandma, do you tell her that she can’t discipline them when they misbehave? What about at school? When they do something wrong at school, do you expect the school not to implement some form of discipline because it should be left up to the biological parents? If your answer to either of those questions is no, then tell me, why should that be any different for stepmom? If the children are under her supervision, she should be allowed to set agreed upon limits for and discipline them. The fact that the kids won’t always listen has nothing to do with my right, as an adult, to impart discipline on them. Heck, sometimes my biological kid doesn’t listen and/or readily accept discipline, but that doesn’t stop me from disciplining him.

4. I must be consulted about which children will live with us, when they can visit and how long they will stay.

This one all depends on the circumstances. Dad has an obligation to care for his children and stepmom cannot and should not dictate if his children can come live in his home or not, UNLESS that child has been violent towards her or any other children in the home. At that point, the stepmother should definitely be consulted and part of the reunification process as well.

5. I will not be solely responsible for housework; chores will be distributed fairly.
This one I can agree with!

6. I will be consulted regarding all family financial matters.

I think this is another one that is often misinterpreted. Stepmothers aren’t telling their husbands not to pay child support. We know that there are agreements that were made and must be adhered to, before we came along. Not to mention that a father should take care of his children, no matter where they reside and I wouldn’t expect anything less from my husband. However, there are times when ex-wives often want above and beyond what has been court ordered, and if it falls outside of the court-ordered amount which has already been budgeted and agreed upon, then yes, husband should consult with stepmom (his wife). As an ex, there have been times when I’ve called my ex and expressed that I needed some extra money for our son and I never got offended when he said he had to talk it over with his wife first to see what and/or if they could afford it. I think it is a fantasy for ex-wives to assume that they will forever be the ONLY partner in these types of decisions that involve their children once their ex-spouse remarries.

7. Others may not violate my private space at home, nor take or use my possessions without my permission.

I agree with this one. It all falls under the issue of respect, but kids, whether biological or step, don’t always listen and follow rules. It has nothing to do with them being your stepchildren and everything to do with them just being children.

8. I will never be treated as an “outsider” in my own home.

This one is another one that is often misinterpreted. It has nothing to do with instantly feeling like family and more to do with some of the points mentioned above; such as consulting stepmoms on certain decision, allowing them to be involved in discipline when the children are in their care and so on.  Not doing those things is what makes stepmoms feel like outsiders. It’s not the fact that their husband’s kids prefer them and go to him with or ask him everything. Again, growing up in my biological family, I sometimes had a preference for one parent over the other, and they were both my biological parents. Personally, I’ve never felt like an outsider in my home. I actually enjoy the times that both my bio son and stepson prefer to be with my husband. It is at those times that I get a the opportunity to have some “me” time. I think most stepmothers feel like outsiders for other reasons.

9. My husband and stepchildren must treat me with respect.

I totally agree with this one! Respect is one of our household rules.

10. Our marriage is our first priority, and we will address all issues together.

This one makes me want to pull my hair out because people don’t get it. I’ve heard everything from, “children are a priority too” or “you can’t neglect the kids” or “isn’t that selfish?” I’m a little taken aback with people always telling stepmothers what they already know. We know that kids are a priority too! We know that it’s not the marriage or the kids, it’s marriage and kids. We don’t neglect our children just because we expect our marriage to be a priority. A marriage will not last unless it’s the first priority. The husband and wife are the pillars of the family. They are responsible for setting the foundation for how the family will run. If they don’t blend and aren’t on the same page, then the family won’t make it, be it biological or step. If they aren’t happy in their partnership and as a couple, then the family won’t be happy as a whole.  And again, it doesn’t matter if the family is biological or step.

Making your marriage a priority means that you realize that your spouse is your life partner. Make time for him or her instead of always focusing on the drama with your past marriage. Include him or her in decisions that will directly affect him or you. There shouldn’t always be a battle between your kids and/or your ex-spouse and your spouse. I always say that while your ex-spouse is your co-parenting partner, your spouse is your life partner and should always be treated as such. This is what stepmoms mean by not wanting to feel like outsiders in their home and wanting their marriages to be a priority.  These are common sense things that should apply to any marriage. It doesn’t mean that stepmoms are victims, they want their husbands to just do away with all their responsibilities as fathers or they desire some unreasonable amount of control. It means that stepmoms desire to be treated like wives and life partners. Personally, I don’t think that’s too much to ask.

Grace and Peace,

*Kela*

http://www.blendedfamilysoapopera.com/wordpress/index.php/2731

I found this bill of rights for stepmothers on the following website: http://becomingastepmom.wordpress.com/2010/01/22/a-revised-stepmoms-bill-of-rights/

So,here are some things I will try to achieve… not sure how, but I’ll sure try. If I cannot be a mother the way I want to be or a family I long to have, then I’ll at least work with what I have and be the best I can be….

• I will create a rock-solid marriage with my husband so we both feel confident in our commitment to each other and the family. I vow to always make fun together a priority.
• I have the right to be on the parenting team with my husband but I realize that this takes time to develop.
• I understand that stepfamilies are formed out of loss and that the people I’m living with are carrying wounds that will affect them forever.
• I will congratulate myself every day on a job well done. Even on days when I’ve done or said things I’m not proud of, I will be gentle and kind with myself because I am a brave, courageous woman.
• I will work to feel confident and worthy of love.
• I will not look to my stepchildren for validation or self-worth.
• I will protect my heart with healthy boundaries that help me to be a more loving and present wife, stepmother, and human being even if that means making difficult choices.
• I will forgive my husband, the exes in our lives, my stepchildren, and myself for our human-ness.
• I will try to understand what living in our home is like for every member of our family.
• I will create a sanctuary for myself and make self-care a priority so I can recharge my batteries.
• I will choose my battles.
• I understand that control does not equal respect or love.
• I realize that I don’t have any control over what the ex or the ex-in-laws or the kids think or do. The only person I have control over is me.
• I will ask for what I need instead of making people guess what I need to prove their love for me.
• I will find the gifts in being the outsider in a family that formed before I came along.
• I will focus on building relationships instead of on who is right and who is wrong.
• I will take breaks when I’m angry so I can be calm when I discuss issues that affect me but I have little control over.
• I will hold on to the things that remind me of who I am.
• I will plan things to look forward to with my husband and with my family.
• I will remind myself often of the many reasons I decided to be with my husband.
• I will choose hope.
• I will choose love.

Alrighty, I gues I’m not the only one who does’nt really know what happiness is. I’m not the type of person who considers herself happy because I get to sleep late or because of a cup of coffee. That may be the wrong thing to think, but I believe there are bigger things that would make me happy. I like what the woman says, that it the pursuit of happiness makes her tired. I’m tired!

I have just finished reading this interesting article on the following website. This is something that I deal with intensely at the moment: grieving the loss of my idea of the perfect little nuclear family. With my man’s decision not to get married or have children, I am at a loss as to what sort of family I really have. I am raising two children. One of them is not my own. Yet I take care and care for him. My own child is not my man’s child and he does the same. But the bond is so different. It is very difficult to identify if this is a family because of all the preconceived ideas I have about what it means to be a family.

Being myself a child of divorce, I should be able to recognize that there are different types of families. Yet, what I always longed for is the typical nuclear family that I never had. Accepting that this is not the family I will have is a difficult process.

http://www.thestepstop.com/2010/01/stepfamilies-are-different.html

The book I am reading right now, Adult Children Of Divorce: How to Overcome the Legacy Of Your Parents` Breakup and Enjoy Love, Trust, and Intimacy, talks about the effect of divorce on children as they become adults. I realise now that the divorce of my parents has had a profound effect on me. I believe that some children cope with divorce better than others. I never coped very well with my parents divorcing. I understood that together they were toxic. There were many nights when I heard them fighting and hid at the top of the stairs to hear what they were saying. I don’t remember feeling surprised when they announced their divorce. I don’t believe I feel sad that my parents are not together. I always understood that they weren’t good together.

I believe what affected me is the fact that their divorce meant my life would be shattered. The moving between houses was awful for me. My brother coped with it remarkably well. It never seemed to bother him. But it bothered me immensely. I felt like I belonged nowhere. As I read this book, I realise that it has affected me in many ways…especially in my relationships with others, with coworkers and most of all in my romantic relationships. 

It has made me distrustful. It has made me insecure. One of the things mentioned in the book was that children of divorce often test the love of their partners. Usually, their partners pass the tests until the tests become impossible to pass. Then they either leave or we leave because they didn’t pass our impossible tests.  That was a shocker. I am always testing my partner’s love.  I am constantly testing him to see if he truly loves me. That is so unhealthy. I realise that it is as if I don’t think I am worthy of someone’s love. As if no one can truly love me.  I do know deep inside that he loves me. He shows me every day by his actions. The stuff I have made him go through this last year would have made anybody run. So why do I keep testing his love? Why do I feel so insecure?

This is truly an issue I need to deal with. I am with a wonderful man. I should just enjoy it. I need to separate the things that I missed out on, because of my parents’ divorce, and this relationship. It is as if I want this relationship to fill in this deep dark empty hole that was left from my relationship with my parents. But, in a sense, it is as if I am pushing him away; protecting myself from never having to trust that someone loves me.

I’m not quite sure what this all means. But I guess that realising what I am doing is a step in the right direction….

I’m at a point in my life where I need to rethink everything. As a young woman, I had dreams, like everybody else. To me, life was simple. I grew up never feeling like I really had a home or a family. It hurts my mother deeply when I say this. She worked as hard as she could to create a home for us. But to me it wasn’t enough. She met a wonderful man and he filled in a place my dad never wanted to fill. But he wasn’t my dad. The one who was supposed to love me unconditionnally did not. I spent my whole teenage life longing for something else. For a family of my own. I knew I would love my kids unconditionally. I wanted to find a dad that would love them just the same. I wanted to find a man who would never leave, me or his kids.  Career wise, I did not care about fame and fortune. I wanted to find a fulfilling job. One that would give me enough money to live and enough time to devote to my family.

Things just didn’t turn out this way. I was blinded by wanting this family, so much so that I forgot to choose carefully. I recreated for my daughter a situation just as bad as the one I went through. Her dad took off when I was pregnant.  She feels left out, just like I did … and still do. I tried, like my mother did, to make up for this. I tried to be extremely present. But it wasn’t it. I had nobody to share the joy and the pain with. I was surviving. Struggling. I found a job that was exactly what I had planned. It gave me enough money to put food on the table and enough time to be present. But that’s all I had. No one loved me and my daughter enough… something was missing.

This time, I found a man who embodies everything that I should have looked for in the first place. But I’m just too late. The dream I had of a family, he has had already. Even though his family is broken, it satisfies him. It’s not what he is looking for anymore. The sadness I feel right now is immense. I feel lost. Completely and uterly lost. I will never be the type of mother and wife I wanted to be. I would need to focus on a career that fulfills me, but I just don’t care about that. I don’t want to value myself by how much money I make . I don’t want to wait for a boss to tell me I’m doing a good job. I want to feel it every day because my daughter is happy. Because my husband comes home every day. Because my newborn baby looks up at me and needs me.

I was heartbroken when everything fell apart with my ex. But never as much as I am right now. I still had hopes back then. I still thought that a family was possible. I know that what I have is a sort of family. But it will never be it. When my daughter graduates from universtity, I will be the only one with that immense sense of pride.  Yes, my man will feel happy for her, but never the way he will feel when his own son will graduate. We will both be grandparents, but separately. He will share his joys with his ex, the mother of his child. The one he lived the birth of his son with. They will share this feeling. They will know exactly how the other person feels. I will never have that. My daughter will never have real sibblings. She will never share that bond with anybody else. His son will, he already has a brother, a real one.

I know I should not place those barriers. Stepfamilies work out all the time. To my man, his failure came at the end of his marriage. Mine is happening every day. I will never get my second chance. It is just too late. My life will consist of doing my best for my daughter and being the best stepmom I can be. To love my man as much as I can. But I will never be content. Every day is just another day.  I don’t look forward to anything. I just live because I’m still breathing….

I just finished reading this blog entry and it brings up interesting issues. This is what I’m dealing with in my relationship right now (among other things…) I want the fairy tale. Yet my man is hesitant on getting married and does not want other kids. What??? Where is my: and they lived happily ever after and had lots of children? Where is my big wedding and my prince carrying me away. Instead, I get a big dose of reality: I have a child, he does as well. We have his ex to deal with on top of both of our families. He has a big successful career, mine is down the gutter. We have karate practice and dance lesson to go to. Where are the cute little singing birds and the long walks in the park?

I do however, have a great man. He is patient and kind. He loves me and I love him with all my heart. So why can’t I be content with this. Why do I want more. Maybe this blog entry has it right… we have been fooled into thinking that our prince is coming… It has made us blind to what we do have… Yet, I can’t help but feel depressed and dissapointed that this is my fairy tale… my not happy, not unhappy just what it is ending…

Drunk on Sleeping Beauty

Posted by Koraly on 14-12-2009

Lips that shame the red rose, hair of sunshine-gold. She’ll offer springtime wherever she goes. Arora is stunning, thin, the victim of Maleficent’s cruelty. Arora dances to ‘Once upon a dream’ deep in the forest with cute, furry animals. The prince sneaks up behind her. She’s hesitant – she can’t talk to strangers. But they’ve met before: once upon a dream. She lets her guard down, he takes her in his arms, and right there, and that precise moment, I want to throw myself into the Disney Classic and never return to reality again. The prince is noble, gallant, a little rebellious. It’s love at first sight. He fights the evil dragon, conquers Maleficent and wakes Arora with true-love’s kiss. It ends happily ever after and the prince and princess dance in the clouds to ‘Once upon a dream’.

Love, take me away…

But I know something’s not right when my three-year old daughter is obsessed with Sleeping Beauty. We fight daily – she wants to play the DVD, put on her dress (no pants because Arora doesn’t wear pants!) and twirl with her imaginary prince.  When she’s not waltzing, she stares at the screen quietly, absorbing every phrase. I wasn’t any different as a child, fixated on fairytales and Sleeping Beauty. But as I observe my daughter’s perception of love being moulded before my very eyes; when I hear of yet another couple breaking up, another ending in divorce; when I listen to single girlfriends whine that there are no decent guys out there; or girlfriends contemplating ending a relationship because they’re boyfriend isn’t romantic enough, should be more impulsive, has an annoying habit, isn’t more…something (they can’t put their finger on it), or they’re convinced they ‘can do so much better’, I have to wonder:

Did we all watch too much Sleeping Beauty?

Fairytales all have happy endings and these are the ideas we are instilling in our children. In the original version of Hans Christian Anderson’s The Little Mermaid the prince actually doesn’t choose Ariel and she turns to sea foam(dies). Disney rewrote the ending. But this craving for happy endings, of the man rescuing the damsel in distress, also extends to adult film and literature.

A few years back I couldn’t stop watching the TV series Sex and the City. I purchased the DVDs and watched it again and again. When I think back to that time I realise I was probably trying to make sense of why Big and Carrie end up together. In reality Big and Carrie never would have worked out. He was a commitment phobic. They had orgasmic sexual chemistry though. In terms of a life partner, Aiden was perfect for her and she blew it when she had a lustful affair with Big. We all want to believe that love=lust and maybe that’s why Sex and the City was so successful. After five years of making Carrie’s life a misery he finally(out of the blue) decided she was ‘the one’. The audience pay-off was huge – we got the happy ending and the hot sex too.

A recent example of this in literature is Toni Jordan’s Addition. It’s had huge success but does it have a realistic ending? Without spoiling the ending I can easily say that it is a Hollywoodisation of both love and mental illness. Are we censoring the reality of relationships by feeding this unrealistic craving for romance, lust, and the easy relationship where everything magically falls into place without complication? Are we feeding this notion that when you meet ‘the one’ you’ll know instantly and you’ll ride off together in the sunset? Are our films and literature showing us lust but calling it love? Love is about companionship, compromise, communication. Relationships are bloody hard but bloody rewarding. Are there any successful books or films out there that portray this(and by success I mean sold well). Should writers give readers what they want and ditch reality? Is that being socially responsible?

I can already hear the objections to this post, the ‘I haven’t waited all my life for Mr Right only to settle for second best’ and the ‘if he was the right guy for me we wouldn’t have so many problems’. To me it seems that relationships these days end at the slightest whiff of complication. Or don’t even start up because there was no ’sexual chemistry’. But if the reality of relationships doesn’t seem to gel well with you and you’re still holding out for prince charming or the little mermaid, maybe you should shut up shop in reality and move into a Disney Fairytale.

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Life is very strange. It has a way of making you wonder. Wonder exactly what all this is about. You wake up every day, you work, you clean, you take care of other people and then what? I’m sitting here wondering why we do all this? Everything else you do in life has a goal, an end of some sort. We have children and teach them to be autonomous, then we look forward to seeing them as adults, then as parents and us as grand-parents. We work to pay for things and eventually to be able to enjoy retirement.

But what about life itself? We live it so that in the end… we die? It’s not something we are technically supposed to look foward to. It is not something that drives us. It’s not a goal to achieve. When I clean my house, I can look forward to a clean house. If I’m working on an assignment at work, I can look forward to completing it, to handing it in and getting feedback or something happen as a consequence of it being finished. When I study for an exam, I can look forward to receiving my grade, or look forward to it being over. But that’s not true of life. I don’t look forward to it being over… but what do I have to look forward to.

Some may believe in reincarnation or some kind of paradise after life. I’ve long lost this faith or hope or whatever you may call it. I believe, very rationally that it all ends when we die. That nothing else happens. That it’s just simply over. Like turning off a computer or a television screen. Except it will never turn on again. So I’m trying to see what can motivate someone to continue going on with life. Don’t worry, I don’t mean this in a dramatic sense. I’m just a little at a loss in my life.

The things I looked forward to has a little girl have long past. I’m an adult, I’m independent. As a teenager I longed to be free to do what I wanted… it hasn’t really happen but it’s close enough. Then I looked forward to finishing my degreee, then to having a child and a husband…. I had the child… not the husband. So I longed for a family. But it seems that I have once again placed myself in a situation where it won’t be possible. So you go on… but if I have nothing to look forward to but death when I’m an old woman… ouch… it sounds like such a long time.

I’m 31 years old but I feel 75. Yet 75 is 39 years away!!! What do I do until then. What can I look forward to if a family and a wedding is impossible? 25 more years of work at a job I find uninteresting and tedious? 39 more years of cleaning the house? 39 more years of doing groceries? 39 more years of watching time go by so slowly…

I know some very happy people will tell me that it’s the time until you die that matters. That just living is the thing to look forward to. I must be defective somehow. I look forward to passion, to deep true love, to excitment, to nights spent with friends and family laughing my butt off, to a house full of happy children, to a man who loves me more than anything…

I you can’t get that… I guess it can be exciting to find out just how much taxes you’ll pay this year….