He who shall not be named also known as: the son who died
I won’t mention him by name. I don’t want to sully his memory by talking more about the way in which he passed. There was already enough internet drama at the time, and my grief was public enough. But I feel it is important to mention this because I will refer to him as the son who died when I write about him. He was not my biological son, but he was my son nonetheless.
Step-Mothers Get No Respect: Reflections on the Major Suck that is Step-Parenting
Raised him from ten to eighteen. Two calls from boot camp, one favor asked, zero letters. What step-parenting actually buys you when the ex controls the story.
Labors Lost: Laments on the Thankless Nature of Raising Someone Else’s Child
Reflecting on the thankless nature of raising someone else's child. Being a step-parent isn't easy. Who knew?
Working My Nerves
Even after the divorce the ex continues to pin the blame for random things on me. He is working my every last nerve.
Fuck Father’s Day
Father's Day used to mean something. But when the father of your children is a douchebag, what is there to celebrate? Not all men make good fathers.
