I hate my stepsons so much I can’t even live with their dad When it was only second weekends and half school holidays I could cope .... barely.... but they have a crack whore mother who has given up motherhood and now they live with my partner 24/7. Ever second was hell last year. One is a bed wetter, the couch the car anywhere he nods off so the whole house stinks of piss. He is suspended constantly, he’s an aggressive little thug who manipulates his dad and hurts people constantly. He attacks my children, pushed me when I was pregnant and is just a revolting kid. I was so scared that my baby would come out looking like him. Our relationship broke down, I couldn’t cope with my kids being so miserable and now I live in a separate house with our baby and my own kids. I feel claustrophobic whenever they walk into my house, I can’t even look at this kid. Within ten seconds of arriving he is being an arsehole. My partner wants to work things out but he thinks the sun shines out of this kid and I just can’t deal with it again. I literally can’t even look this kid in the eye, I have so much relief now that the school isn’t calling me ten times a day because he’s hurt other children. I feel like a terrible person but I actually hate this child. My partners last girlfriend left because she hated the kid too.

I hate my stepsons so much I can’t even live with their dad When it was only second weekends and half school holidays I could cope .... barely.... but they have a crack whore mother who has given up motherhood and now they live with my partner 24/7. Ever second was hell last year. One is a bed wetter, the couch the car anywhere he nods off so the whole house stinks of piss. He is suspended constantly, he’s an aggressive little thug who manipulates his dad and hurts people constantly. He attacks my children, pushed me when I was pregnant and is just a revolting kid. I was so scared that my baby would come out looking like him. Our relationship broke down, I couldn’t cope with my kids being so miserable and now I live in a separate house with our baby and my own kids. I feel claustrophobic whenever they walk into my house, I can’t even look at this kid. Within ten seconds of arriving he is being an arsehole. My partner wants to work things out but he thinks the sun shines out of this kid and I just can’t deal with it again. I literally can’t even look this kid in the eye, I have so much relief now that the school isn’t calling me ten times a day because he’s hurt other children. I feel like a terrible person but I actually hate this child. My partners last girlfriend left because she hated the kid too.
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