Fucking Stepparents

evil stepmomI swear my kids stepmother is fucking crazy. For the purpose of this post, let’s call her Evil Step Mom (ESM).

ESM married the ex about nine years ago. In that nine years, she has proven herself to be a fairly competent if not crazy parent, with the exception of one area. She dearly hates me and wishes I would disappear. I moved out of the city and that wasn’t even good enough. No, this bitch goes around behind her husband’s back and periodically has my name and contact information taken off of school records, doctor’s records, emergency contact sheets. For a while, I carried their birth certificates and my divorce papers with me everywhere because I had to prove myself over and over as a figure of authority.

Today, I found out she has once again  removed me from the school records, and she has gone a step further. She has represented herself as having legal authority over my children and had their father’s contact information replaced with her own.

Newsflash! Stepparents have no fucking legal authority. Nada. You can erase the ex’s name all you want, you still cannot legally make decisions for the stepkids, and as long as they continue to try and replace the birth parent instead of co-parenting like an adult, they do not deserve that right.

A few years ago, I had the head librarian at our local library tell me the woman went on a month long rampage to have the library cards I got for my children revoked. All of this over library cards that made me responsible for any lost books. I had to once again provide proof I was the legal parent with shared custody of my own children.

When they  married, I tried to be friends with ESM. It was impossible. She was for sure I wanted to take her man. Now I just try to stay out of her way while spending as much time as I can with my kids. She doesn’t make that easy either.

She likes to do things like make plans during the time I have the kids and then go off on the kids and ex to get me to shorten my time with them. Last year, the ex agreed I could have them until the day after his birthday. I specifically ask if he was sure. Then two days prior to his birthday, all of a sudden they were needed home for a surprise birthday party. Get this. The surprise party ended up being her and my kids. Not even her own children were there.

And before you go off about the kids should be with their father for his birthday, I was born on Father’s Day. Guess what? Father’s Day supposedly trumps birthday.

Yes, this is a rant. I have gone through a lot to try to accept another woman helping raise my children. I would love it if we could all be on the same team. There is no being on the same team with this type of behavior.

 

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