God I fucking hate my partner’s daughter. She’s a repellent. There’s a little voice of...

reason in my head telling me that I’m being unreasonable; that she’s only a child (10) and it’s not her fault that she’s learned these unseemly behaviours from the adults in her life. What I really resent is the intrusion into our lives. I have no children of my own for several reasons, and it seems like my choice to remain childless is being vindicated. It’s a small consolation that the child lives interstate with her mother so my interaction with her is limited to brief visits. Rationally I understand and accept that as his daughter she will always be top of his list in terms of affection and responsibility. However, there are times when the imposition becomes almost unbearable and I want to reach through the phone and shake some sense into the little brat.

By Anonymous on General,