Pseudo Stepmom

I'm not a parent And I know that means that I'm not allowed to have an opinion But I've been around kids And I've been a kid

And how is this the second time Someone I've asked to walk out of my life Has come back to collect "all their belongings" Yet the things that they'll come back for The things they'll make a second trip for Is the kids' things I get that the goal is always to do it all at once And I get it that sometimes it's not that simple

And I know I'm not a parent So I'm not allowed to have an opinion But if it were me I feel like I would take care of the kids stuff first And it seems like if I was the kid And I recognized that my parents took their time reclaiming the things that belonged to me I think I'd feel some type of way about that

It's just so funny this has happened twice now I shouldn't even be surprised People keep finding ways to not surprise me Maybe it's manipulation Maybe they're not thinking about the kids at all (That seems obvious)

Maybe it's not about treating their things as Less important Less priority Maybe it's more concern that "She won't damage their things, "So if I have to leave something behind that's the safe option." I guess understand, except I've never been the type to destroy somebody's Despite things in spite out of pain of hurt or rage It's just not my style

My style is more akin to staying too long Staying even after the love Staying even after the vicious fights Staying because 50-year marriages don't happen because people are happy and in love every single day And I know that and it's never simple And it's never easy So I stay long enough to know for sure Without a shadow of a doubt

This is what I have to do Even if it's hard Even if it's messy Even if it hurts Even if the other person still somehow seems to feel blindsided Somehow they're always blindsided

Then as they're packing their things - Packing the essentials on day one Coming back for the remainder on day two Coming back for the remnants on day 3 But the remnants always belong to the kids Or at least twice Maybe that's unfair for me to take two examples And start saying always Other people probably would do different I hope other people would do different

But I'm not a parent Despite three years with a man Caring for his child Despite four years with a man Helping with his children I'm not allowed to have an opinion I'm not allowed to disagree

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