Hi..
I have been in two step families:
My mother committed suicide. So I have a hard time with people telling me she is going to hell. That is another topic for a veteran to help me through it.
I was in my first family where I was the oldest child. My father had 2 kids girls and she had 1 boy & 1 girl. Her niece was awarded to my parents and so she moved in. Then they had a boy together. My brother. So now we are 6 kids.
This life was very stressful and since I was the oldest, I had many chores to do. I hated her because she was not very nice to me. She had some major issues of her own. I know the marriage with my father was a fast and I think I can say, rebound one. I have forgiven her now that I am a Christian and a mother. She had stress too and no outlets.
They divorced.
My father gets remarried to another woman. All of her kids are older than me. The only son lives on his own. Her middle child daughter is battling Heroin. Her youngest child, daughter, is always fighting with her mother.
But of the places I lived at as I was growing up was very very stressful. I really don't know how I made it through all the pain and nonsense I have been through. If I told you all the stories, you might not think they were true.
When I was in the first family I tried to suffocate myself because I was sad my mother died and left me alone. I blamed myself for only being 7 years old when she died. I thought if I was older, I could have talked to her and let her know life was worth living. That me & my sister would be there for her no matter what.
Then I blamed her for leaving me with a horrible step-mother who hit me. I hated my mother something awful. I pleaded with GOD to send her back home. I tried to bargain with him. I told him he could take my eyes, my arms, my legs, I didn't care. I just wanted her back so bad.
I know that I was a different child. I could always hear GOD in my mind.
When my mother died, I took my little sister for a walk. I was about 8, she was an infant. I walked her down the road to the Nursing Home. Catholic place. There was the blessed mother in the front hedges & a stone seat. That was my first stop. I prayed to her before walking thru the gardens there. What a beautiful place to be. Right on the Long Island Sound in the Bronx. My grandparents owned a pizzeria and Italian Ices. So everyone knew me. As the * walked into the store, each one would give an update to where we were.
We would say hello to the Sisters and they walked the residents outside for some air and a view of City Island. Then we walk the entire place and to to the spot to pick berries for our pancakes.
I love my grandparents very much and if I could have lived with them, we would have been very happy.
I didn't rebel like most teens cause I think I had in my mind, my dad would die too. I always wanted my parents to be together. Always and that is what most kids wish for. If there were more communication & we were able to talk about my mom and death. It would have been much easier for me. I also wanted some alone time with my dad. We never got it. My dad is a great person and works hard till this day to provide.
So the reason for this story, is just to state what I always wanted in my blended family. I wanted things to be fair, no matter who's kids are who's. That didn't happen. And way too long to get into any of this. I have healed myself along with GOD in my own time alone. I think I am lucky. He saved me long before I had any idea what & who HE is.
Communication is the best thing. Kids should be able to express themselves and come to you no matter what the topic is. Being too strict is not the answer. You push them further away from you and into the arms of others. They should be able to have some "alone" time with the natural parent. Be careful what you say. You should love that step-child like your own. Yeah so its a little harder to do that. But put yourself in that kids place. You don't know what they are thinking.
I don't know what else to say. My life was rough and now my kids have gone through what I vowed never to do. But we were in a life threatening situation and had to leave their father. I had the blessing of the Catholic Monsignor. I feel guilty at times for that decision. Because I know it tore up my daughter to leave her dad. But as they are older they can now see with their own eyes. I never belittled their father to them or said a mean word. They know he is sick.
I pray for all of you with blended families. It is the most difficult of all families. I pray for your patience and your open communication in your homes.
GOD be with all of you.

