Dear Diary,
When I married my husband, he had one son, who he had sole custody of. The mom really wasn't a mom so she wasn't a major factor in the parenting aspect. I was never forced into dealing with "baby mama drama". We never used the word step we always used the word bonus. My child's bio dad dipped out in 2014, and we haven't heard from him since. My child readily accepted my husband as dad. As time went on that went on the word bonus went out and when asked how many kids we had my husband, and I would simply respond "two boys".
Seven years ago right after my husband and I married, he got a message from a woman he had casually dated and she said he was the dad and he asked for a paternity test. He said he had no problem taking care of his responsibilities, but he needed to know for sure the child was his. We never heard another word from her. Last January we got a letter from DCFS saying he was being called to take a paternity test and of course we had to pay for everything. We got the results and yes the child was his. So now we have a 15-year-old daughter. It tore my husband up because he lost all those years, and he regretted not just paying for a paternity test 7 years ago.
But we got a child support plan set in place, we met with the mom and the daughter, and started working at building that relationship. The mom seemed civil and fine with us getting to know the daughter. There hasn't been any arguing or fighting so it seems to be ok. Around Thanksgiving the daughter told us that her mom had said that my husband saw her once as a baby and said he wanted nothing to do with them. I know I wasn't there but I cannot imagine my husband ever saying something like that. He told the daughter that didn't happen and he fought for our son so why wouldn't he fight for her. So that has put a sour taste in my mouth. There's been some other things along the way that we've heard, but there's always two sides to a story.
I'm trying to keep my immaturity in check but sometimes I'm no better than a toddler who wants to pitch a fit because they have a red cup instead of a blue one. My husband acts like everything is rainbows and he's jumping in a million percent, which is understandable, but he tends to make decisions on the fly and doesn't discuss it with me. That gets to me because we normally discuss everything before giving a definite answer for anything. I'm watching him try to make up for lost time with buying her things and promising things and I want him to realize he wasn't wrong! He couldn't take care of what he didn't know of. He can't undo what he didn't cause. But of course he has a big heart and wishes things would've been different.
Having someone come into an already functioning family dynamic is like adding extra weight on one side of the scale. It dips and you feel like the one side is going to crash but it never fully does until the maximum weight limit is hit. My husband and our boys have settled into a life that works for all of us. We're comfortable. Having the daughter here stresses me out. I am not good with small talk, I am not comfortable trying to make sure I don't say the wrong thing or make someone else uncomfortable. My husband doesn't realize this. He thinks the daughter comes in, sits, and all is fine. She stays stuck to him and everything he says is gold so he's just fine and dandy. But for me, I feel like a stranger in my own home.
She says things a certain way that I'm trying to figure out if it's just a teenager thing and she's either trying to seem "cool" or she's nervous or she's just a smartmouth. When I'm joking with my husband about not doing something for him or with him, she'll say, "don't worry, I will do...." Today I made a comment about using a whole day to thoroughly clean my house and she said she can clean her house in 3 hours. I wanted to say, baby girl this isn't a competition. There are times it feels no matter what I try to do or say to create some sort of bond with her, she just rejects it. She's never flat out ugly but I can't help feeling that the sly remarks are meant in a malicious way.
Knowing that I am the so called second mom in this situation makes me scared to say anything. I don't want her going back to her mom and complaining and then her mom refusing to let us see her. I don't want any of this to turn into a custody battle, because honestly, we can't afford it, but we would do what we had to, somehow.
But I also know THIS IS MY HOME, MY SANCTUARY, MY SPACE, and when something is disrupting the peace in it, I have to say something at some point. It's not just a walk on eggshells, it's a walk on shattered glass.
I feel like there's a wall surrounding me in this situation and it just keeps growing. I feel like I'm being kept on the outside of this whether from my own insecurities or to my husband not understanding how he's leaving me out sometimes.
I am just praying and waiting for the day when this hopefully shifts and I can breathe agian.