It Isn’t My Responsibility, But It Is My Problem
Last night PC returned from a short business trip. After the ‘missed you’ part, we sat down to catch up. Eventually the conversation turned to the lad and his latest ‘girlfriend.’ Told PC that Mrs. X called yesterday to tell me that the Lad was indeed dating again – although the age of said young lady is in question (for future reference I’ll call her Tart). Anywho..I told hubba what I had learned and asked him a simple question: “Tart is not to spend the night here and, if she is underage, is not to drink here…are we on the same page?” To which the darling, if clueless, man replied:
This is your house too. I don’t want her sleeping here or drinking here and neither do you. If they are here doing either, you need to get up, go into his room and tell her to leave. If she has been drinking, drive her home. If the Lad has a problem with any of this, tell him to wake me up.”
HMMMM – not exactly what I had in mind.
It reminded me of something PC said to me a week or two after we all moved in together: The Lad isn’t your responsibility, but he is your problem. Sounds to me like he is asking me to do the parenting and the disciplining so he doesn’t have to.
We have all read the psycho babble new age crap about how as stepparents we should leave these tasks to the bio-parents. I have yet to read an article about what to do if the parenting is dumped in your lap!
The truth of the matter is, regardless of the actions I take, any action taken to prevent Tart drinking or sleeping here will be seen as my fault. Have any of you ever been put in this situation (Leese???)
He isn’t my kid, I often feel like this isn’t my home, his destructive actions shouldn’t be my problem – then how come I feel like the only responsible adult here? Is it unfair for hubba to dump this on me?
Doesn’t Wanna Be The Responsible One Anymore,
The Wicked, and Apparently Dictatorish, Stepmother