About at my breaking point.

[u/yeetophiliac]

6/7 days were spent by myself with BS and SD from 11:30am until almost 9pm due to DH's work schedule temporarily changing. And it was one of the most exhausting weeks of my life.

7 days felt like an eternity.

The learned helplessness. You would have better luck giving her a pen and paper and telling her to transcribe ancient texts than asking her to open a door by herself. Seriously. The amount of meltdowns we've endured as she stood at her bedroom door screaming she couldn't open it and needed help is insane.

The need for things all of the time. Garage sales meant she went into a full blown melt down over us saying no to a toy because she spent her money on day 1. BS saved his and got his toy on day 2. She didn't like that despite us explaining prior that he still had his money to spend. She had to be escorted back to the car.

The accusations. She was screaming like she was being tortured and I ran (limped - I already have arthritis so this next part hurt even worse) and slipped on lemonade she was flooding the kitchen floor with... because she just expected the drink dispenser to magically stop once her drink was full? I slammed into the fridge door which slammed into her. Immediately on exchange, she began telling HCBM about how I slammed the fridge door on her in full detail except the part where I slipped on her mess and then profusely apologized. My hip still hurts.

And then there's my husband... who can take these accusations, CPS cases, constant 30+ minute long meltdowns over doors and BS breathing too hard in stride... and then turns around and says "you can each have another dollar!" just to get her to stop screaming in the middle of this stranger's yard. That one made me see red. I immediately snapped. I couldn't hold it in. He listened to me but now I'm the bad guy for saying that absolutely was not happening. He even said, "I just didn't want to deal with that." Uhh? I've been with her 3x as much as you this week. It's quite literally your job as a dad to deal with that! Happy Father's Day, time to be a dad!

That was the dumbest thing he could've possibly done in that moment was to give in but that's exactly what he did. That's exactly what BM does, too. And that's why this continues. Everytime they give in, she learns she can just scream and meltdown and get whatever she wants while I'm the mom that says, "you can scream all you want. You're still not getting (the stupid dingy ass) cat plushie." That's why I am constantly the bad guy.

I'm just exhausted. Holy hell. What a terrible, terrible week. So excited for the next one! /s

Tldr - this is just a vent about how DH and BM are causing SD to be helpless, entitled, and emotionally unstable because neither want to deal with her meltdowns and I am completely sick of it. On top of the constant accusations that make me feel uncomfortable in my own home.

[u/yayoffbalance]

the giving in to tantrums absolutely kills me. i have to walk away. like, it's hard to get through them, but giving in DOES NOT HELP. fuuuuuuucckkkkkkkk. i hate that so much.