Honesty...

You ask to stay overnight more, but then we hear you are crying because you are feeling bullied and pressured to do so.

You say nasty things, and then we hear you are being emotionally blackmailed when we tell you how that makes us feel.

We tell you we only want you to be happy, but we hear that you hate and fear us.

We bought a house that has room for all of you, and we hear you don't want to come over.

She doesn’t go to Mommy and Me with you because she has a date, but I’m the monster.

Your Mom tells you that Dad was “too busy” to take you to the Daddy & Daughter dance, but we were never told when it was and he was crushed when he found out it had passed.

I hate their mother. Sometimes I hate the kids too. And sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder “Why am I putting up with this crap? Is he really worth it?”

And I answer, “No.”