I don't blame the child at all, but it seems like I am the only one with my head screwed on straight when it comes to him and the reality of the situation and it is so frustrating! MIL blames BM BM blames MIL DH just sticks his head in the sand, and I am left reeling in disbelief that people can be so blind. I read an article today titled "I Am Adam Lanza's Mother" it was an article written after the shooting by a woman with a young teen son who is mentally ill. It was on MSN news today. What people fail to see, especially my MIL and the BM is that sometimes people are born with mental health issues. It is organic, chemical, and yes, definitely either helped or hurt by the environment they are raised in, but it is REAL. It is not something that is going to go away, it not something that will get better by ignoring it, praying about it, defending it, making excuses for it, masking it, and worst of all, giving in to it and fueling the fire of someone that feeds on mental domination.
I do not sleep with my bedroom door unlocked the one night a week he is in my home. I quit doing that after I woke up one morning to find him standing over me with a butter knife with the most blank, void, and cold look in his eyes and him telling me, "see, I told you I could get a knife and kill you." (Three days before that incident he got mad at me and threw a screaming possession level fit because his dad got out to pump gas and he was not allowed to get out too, and told me then that he was going to get a knife and cut me and kill me and stab me to death, what is even more disturbing than those statements is that he made them, and then apparently plotted for three days and came in my room days later and did what he did.)
My dog had puppies a month before I had Bo, and my DH took one to MIL's house and gave it to the child. He held it down in the yard and tried to gouge his eyes out and as my DH was sprinting across the yard screaming and yelling for him to stop, let the dog up, the child looked over his shoulder at DH and gave him, what my DH called an evil vacant smile and snapped his leg into and laughed as the dog cried. The dog had to be put down as a result of this and the child NEVER showed any remorse.
He tries to hurt everything, is super destructive of property, even his own, very mean to other children, it is awful. He exhibits signs of RAD and early onset Conduct Disorder, and the Dr. DH was taking him to before his BM put a stop to it was assessing him for both, but we never got a diagnosis because the Judge said it was not right of us to take him to a Dr. without the BM's consent, she wouldn't give consent and refused to even speak to the Dr. We live over an hr from her and we took him to the closest urban area to us which would have been 2 hrs from her, and she refused to make the drive and has opted to send him to a counselor where she lives instead. I am sorry, but that is not going to do squat. There is nothing, that we know of, that my DH can do. In their divorce decree it is ordered that they have equal say in any medical care he gets, and if they can't agree then the judge decides, she did, and she made the wrong choice.
I agree, that on the broad scope of things, the card seems like an insignificant matter, but I feel so perpetually backed into a corner and like our life is always so bogged down with DRAMA that one simple thing should be easy for a change and not be tied to all the things that have done nothing but cause me grief. I guess i don't see it as a Christmas card really, I see it as a pregnancy announcement from my husband and I to our friends and family, and I guess I walk around in perpetual protection mode that I feel territorial of this baby already. I know what struggles my child is going to face due to MIL's complete and total obsession with DH's son, I see it already with her other grandchildren, and I am set on defense as a mother already because I don't want my child being put on the back burner. Also, he is so wild and out of control, he would ruin the picture, especially if he caught on that it was something important to me, his ODD is so severe, if he thinks he can defy you he will go to any lengths to do so. I guess I am just pissed that I even have to mull this type of thing over and stress out over something that should be fun and exciting and have to feel obligated to include him. Everything has just been so stressful for so long, our lives are dominated by stress and drama that either he, his BM or my MIL creates that I just wanted one thing to be free from all of that and just be about us and our news.
He will be my child's half brother, that is true, but maybe it has to do with the way I was raised, I have a half brother and half sister, both older than I am, who came to our home every other weekend, and we never had a relationship or a bond and still don't to this day. I have a full sister that is younger than me and she's like my other half. Everyone is different, I have friends that have step children that call them their kids, and seem very bonded, and then I have others that say they are their spouses children, not theirs. In all honesty, I don't want my child around him, or at least I want the exposure limited, for multiple reasons. One, his behavior is frightening at times even to adults, two, I am genuinely concerned he will try and harm the baby, three, I don't want my child to grow up thinking that kind of behavior is acceptable or that it is the way to act in order to gain control and get your way, Four, I just want to shield my baby from all of this whole mess. I feel guilty for even having a child, but at the same time feel like I have a right to be a mother to my own child just like anyone else.
I had no idea, at the time I started my relationship with DH that this would be how things would turn out. Had I known, I would have RAN in the opposite direction and never looked back. But, I did not know, and I fell in love. We have known each other since we were 13, but never dated, never ran in the same circles, and did not reconnect until we were 27, even though we went to the same University for 4 years. He is my best friend, and having Bo, going thru that together, has solidified and strengthened our bond tenfold. If we didn't have the love and connection we have we would have crashed and burned way before we lost Bo. I cannot and will not lose him or the future we have planned over this, even though some days I think that must make me certifiable.
I could literally write a book, and have in a way, I've kept a notebook of all the things SS has done and said, I could write a post that would never end over all of the episodes and disturbing behaviors, I am just wore out with it all, and distancing myself and removing myself from actively participating in it is the only protection I have. It is the only way I can cope mentally and now, the only way I can protect my child, who I am sorry if this sounds harsh, but I KNOW others that read this, even if they don't admit it will feel it to, my child is my child and SS is not, and having buried one child in the ground due to DRAMA directly related to SS, I am not willing to do it again, my little baby to be comes first and rightfully so. I cannot help SS, but I can protect this baby. It is a sad and terrible thing that I have to protect this baby from him at all, especially when it is still in the womb, but thats the way it is, and I don't know what else to do.