The Treat of the Trade

  *i usually leave anything "step-mom" related off this blog, but I felt like sharing this today*             "Step-moms are by NO means trying to take credit for carrying a baby for nine months and taking part in the birthing process. We get it. We are not the bio-mom. However, we are in a mothering role and we deserve to be recognized" - Unknown       When I was younger I pictured myself as a mom to 4 boys. A huge house with holes in the walls from the 4 rowdy boys. No one ever grows up thinking..."I cant wait to be a step-mom!" It never crossed my mind in my younger years.   Fast forward many years later when Josh and I met. He came with 3 beautiful girls. WHOA!! That was a lot to take in! I was just a girl in my late 20's, divorced, no kids, and just flying by the seat of my pants. Living life carelessly and the way I wanted to. And then we feel in love. I feel in love with Josh...

    School let out May 26. In the time that school has been out we have logged in 31 hours at the pool Our bathroom is completely remodeled Our skin is sun-kissed Our oldest wrecked her car Our nights are longer And our town received more rain in one afternoon than it has in one year   Even though summer hasn't officially started, we have officially started and cant wait for more hours at the pool and maybe sneak in some road trips here and there!         HAPPY SUMMER! HAPPY FRIDAY!

The original post you will read below was written about a toxic dad and how you are brave if you walked away from the relationship. I didn't have a toxic dad. I do however have a toxic mom. Who wasn't always this way. I mean when I was younger she was an OK mom. She was still shady and lied to my dad a lot, but when I was little she kept me alive so, that's something. When I reached 12 I can't pinpoint exactly what made her change from being an OK mom to being a nightmare mom. But she would pick fights with me, I couldn't EVER have a normal relationship with friends. Whether they were girls or boys. She just had a distrust in me as soon as I hit 6th grade. (and yes you are probably thinking...o you were just a hormonal teenager. No. No I wasn't. Shit literally hit the fan with her and I when I turned 12) At 38 I still struggle with wrapping my mind around what is wrong with her. Fast forward to 2000 when my dad p...