To My Stepson’s Mother
I have written so many letters to you in the last six years. Since my husband and I were married and I became your son’s dad’s new wife (because you REFUSE to acknowledge that I am so much more than that, I am his step mom who is more of a mother to him than you could ever dream of being. Actually, I believe those were the exact words that my husband told you days before you decided to take him to court for full custody rather than the shared parenting plan that was in place long before I ever came along. But anyway). I have had so many things that I have wanted to tell you. So many questions that I have wanted to ask you. So many names that I have wanted to call you. But all along, I have had too much to lose in being honest with you. In telling you how I really feel about you. So I keep my mouth shut and just love your son with everything I have when he is in our home and pray for him when he is in yours. But now… Here is my chance to lay it all out on the line.
I think you are a crappy mom! I think that you are completely incapable of being a real mother because a real mother would NEVER allow a man (husband or not) to beat her child. A real mother wouldn’t disappear for months at a time. A real mother would put her child and his education first not keep him home from school because you are too lazy to get out of bed. A real mother would ENcourage a relationship between her child and his father not DIScourage by all means possible. A real mother would not have t lie in court to try to maintain a shared parenting plan. Especially in the state of Ohio because Ohio is a “woman’s state” and even the courts find that my husband and I are deserving of just as much time with your son as you and your husband are. A real mother wouldn’t bad mouth her son’s father to her son. A real mother wouldn’t brainwash and bribe her 8 year old son to lie in court. A real mother wouldn’t withdraw her child from school without talking it over with his father only to call my husband (his father) later in the day to turn over her residential parent rights. A real mother would fight for her child until the end of time… but you don’t. And you don’t because deep down you know my husband and I are a far better and safer environment for him. You know that you are a piss poor person who doesn’t even know her son’s favorite color, or favorite meal, or best friend’s name, or his doctor’s name, or his dentist’s name, or who his kindergarten teacher was. You are a selfish individual who rushed to get pregnant months after you found out that my husband and I were pregnant. And then even more selfishly, had another one only 13 months later. You had 2 four month old babies at home, pregnant with another one and get busted for DUI! Really? Who does that? You apparently.
And all this time, we try to convince an 8 year old little boy who tells us that you don’t care about him, that you do. And that you love the little bit of time that you spend with him. And that he really is the most important thing in your life. Well guess what. I am done lying to him for your benefit. I am done convincing him that you are a kind person and that you should always love your mother. Because I love your son and love my husband, I have always been there to support them emotionally, financially, spiritually. But no more. I am detaching from this entire situation. Sure it will be hard.
Hard because all of the evidence that has been brought against you in the last 6 years, all of the photographs, and police reports, and foreclosure reports, and welfare fraud charges… Those were ALL me. No, it wasn’t your neighbor who reported you… It was ME! And no it wasn’t your little skank crew that turned their backs on you (although the timing couldn’t have been any better)… It was ME. I have gathered, organized, and presented that entire file box of documentation on your son and my husband’s behalf. All of the e-mails to the teachers, the gifts from Ethan, the supplies for the school parties… those were ME too. But no more. You want the responsibility? You want to get in court and lie and turn on your tears (I guess even high school dropouts who can’t seem to pass the GED exam learn how to cry on demand) to try to convince the judge that you really do love him. Your husband wants to get in court and lie about “disciplining” (and just because the judge did not find it justifiable for a domestic violence charge – thanks in part to your brainwashing of your son – does not mean that beating your son with a shoe and belts leaving severe bruising is discipline). You want to promise your son bunk beds, gaming systems, and trips to chucky cheese to lie in court? He will be just like you. You are raising him to be another low life, system dwelling, slug which drain society of benefits for people who really aren’t capable of working. He already feels entitled, but know that all of that will be ending in our home. I am done sending in gifts for teachers on his behalf – your turn. Also, snack bags and party supplies? Your turn again. School fees? Your turn. School Clothes? Your turn. 4 wheelers? Your turn. New shoes? Your turn. Homework? Your turn. Bake sales? Your turn. Football practices? Your turn. Saturday morning games? Your turn. Basketball? Your turn. School conferences? Your turn. Karate? All YOU! Lunch Money? YOU again. As a matter of fact, what don’t you take the funds for all of these responsibilities out of the child support that my husband has been paying for years on top of what we already provide for YOUR SON! Take it from the child support that my husband continued to pay while you disappeared for 14 months after dropping your son off to us on a Friday night and signing over your residential rights. Hell, feel free to take it out of the money you get paid under the table while you collect food stamps, WIC, and Medicaid for all 4 of the children that you claim, even though 1 resides with us and we have him covered on our medical, dental, and vision insurance. But now that I have reported it for the 4th time, you might now have that for much longer either. At least until you figure out a way to get it back again. I don’t really care how you pay for anything anymore, because I know I won’t be providing for anyone besides me and my own from this moment forward. You know, mine, who has been forced to endure what no four year old should have to endure. A mom and a dad who are so wrapped up in getting custody of YOUR son, we have put her on the back burner. NO MORE! I am done, I am over it! And I am over you! You will face your maker one day, be sure to tell the devil I said hey when you get back to where you came from! PEACE!