how many of u have a stepdad or stepmom?

How many of u have a stepdad or stepmom?

I've got a stepmother. She's not a bad person, but she's not the brightest. By that I don't mean she's uneducated or has a lack of common sense, but she's a bit of an airhead from time to time. I've got nothing against her, especially since I never see her. My mom however keeps blabbering on how she wants to remarry so I guess a stepfather isn't out of the question.

Originally Posted by: PonyOnei'm lucky to have both my parents together (well, my dad's in Iraq... but... they're still married) in a functioning relationship like 1 out of every 10 kids in America nowadays, but, I have a half brother from my dad's first marriage and my g/f has a stepmom and stepbrother, stepsister (from her dad's current marriage) and two half sisters from her mom's first marriage, two from her dad's first marriage, and two half brother's from her dad's first marriage. Holy crap, Jewish people do get it on!!!

LOL!

Dude, that just made me cross-eyed.

My parents are still together, been for 35 years. My girlfriend's parents recently split, and she's about to have a stepmom and 2 stepbrothers. Ahh, what can you do?

I was pretty much raised by my stepdad. I hated his guts. He's gone now [dead] and in retrospect I see how much knowledge and life savy he gave me.
But I don't like him anymore now than when he was alive. When you have kids even if they arn't yours; treat them with a little human dignity even if you don't love them. To me this seems obvious but I guess it's not.
Peace my brothers!!

I envy my step dad! if u read the tread" I HATE MY STEPDAD" ull c why. But i love my step bro, not in that way,like a broterly love way. :rolleyes:

Like pony,I'm lucky enough to have both of my biological parents.Once step parents get in the mix,there begins struggle for the biological parent between the child and the step parent.Not alway's the case,just the majority of instances ive observed.

I have both my parents

My parents divorced back in 1988 when I was 7. My mom was 36 and my new step dad was 21, no lie :D. What made it even funnier is that my 17 year-old brother had a 21 year-old step dad. My dad remarried too in 1992, and I got a step mom and a step-brother and step-sister. My mom got divorced again in 2002 and I haven't seen my step dad since. I heard he got remarried (he's 38 now) and just had a baby.

What a tangled web we weave.

I have a step-mom. Parents split when I was 4. Had the step-mom since I was around 7. I hated her so much, but now I have come to appreciate all she has done for me. My dad felt guilty about the divorce so he didn't discipline me and my sister. We lived with my mom, but she was a drunk and couldn't even get us up for school sometimes she was so hung over. It turned out that the only person the keep us in check all those years was my step-mom. I am so thankfull for her now!!

My mom passed away Christmas of 98' and my dad just got re-married this past October. So, I now have a step mom and 2 step sister's. I think they're great, but I hardly ever see them since my dad moved in with her and I bought my house from him. It's a new experience for us all, but so far, it's been great.

And I shall use this appropriate space to step to the podium of 1000+ posts,since everyones doing it!

Originally Posted by: chucklivesoninmyheartAnd I shall use this appropriate space to step to the podium of 1000+ posts,since everyones doing it!

Everyone see that? No, not the number of posts. That's the gateway for the change in thread topic. With that people will most likely start talking about thread posts. Well I will do everything in my power to prevent it from going into post numbers. Quick, think fast. Chicken Eggs. What do they mean to you and why?

Originally Posted by: Cryptic ExcretionsEveryone see that? No, not the number of posts. That's the gateway for the change in thread topic. With that people will most likely start talking about thread posts. Well I will do everything in my power to prevent it from going into post numbers. Quick, think fast. Chicken Eggs. What do they mean to you and why?

hey! that was my topic... then it went off into PETA and animal cruelty... and now body-building! but that was my topic of conversation... I love eggs

My mom had my elder brother (he's 11 years older) when she was 19. It was through some sort of unconsensual sexual act (no one ever talks about it, so I really don't know). As it often happens (at least in kenya anyway), single mothers sometimes have a hard time getting a husband, on account of their having a baby and so on.
I was born in 1979, and I don't know the man who fathered me. I lived with my mom and grand mom on and off until my mom died in 1995 (and since I can see I'm not the only one who's lost someone they loved, why is that isht so ****ing hard to reconcile??? I thought time was a healer? Sometimes it feels like she died [u]last week[/u] for chrissakes!! :mad: ). After she died, I was going through some of her papers and stuff and found some court affidavits dated around 1980 realting to her changing her name from a man's name (that would be my "dad", apparently they'd been married in some customary Kikuyu -my tribe- ceremony) back to her maiden name. Imagine finding out that your mom was once upon a time married after she's died. It's one of the zillion things that I'll never get to deal with her about.
In the course of her life, she had a coupla boyfriends. One was a fellow teacher who used to live with us on and off when I was about 5 -7. Nice dude and all, but it didn'y work out, they broke up and he later got married. He was my closest experience of a step dad. He wasn'r nasty or anything, but I remember this once when they had a fight and I came home for lunch^ and foud them fighting, it made me hate him, you know how it hurts when you're a kid and someone is hurting your mom. We are cool now though, we are on talking, laughing terms and all that. I think he kinda thinks to himself this could have been my son if things had worked out. He actually likes me.
Then there was the dude that eventually gave my mom what killed her (them three letters,HIV, although her death certificate claims it was pulmonary tuberculosis^^). He was a relatively famous politician, got into trouble with the President Daniel Arap Moi adminstrastion in the late 80's and early 90's for multi party activism. His family got assylum in Sweden, but he eventually came back to Kenya. He was our neighbour. Him and mom are from the same place upcounry^^^, so they knew each other from way back. I remember us going to some party held after he was released from detention when I was a little boy. I guess with his family in Sweden and my mom being single, they got together. They must have been very discreet about it, coz I never knew about it until much later, when things started making sense (for example, when I was taken to boarding high school^^^^ for the first time, he was scheduled to take me there but didn't for some reason, he used to give me pocket money every so often...). He died about two years after my mom.
That's my "stepdad" story.
Hey, I guess I have that whole "broken family" artist profile thing going, huh?
^In Kenyan primary schools (thats grade school or elemntary fro you), we used to go home for lunch, then go back to school fro afternoon classes. School "outed" at 4 PM.
^^I get to see the doctor who wa treating her when she died. He's the one who signed her death certificate. It freaks me out. I once tried to talk to him, to see if he remembered her. Of course he didn't. Doctors see people dying every day.
^^^ I guess this upcountry thing is something unique in Africa, although I see it in America nad elsewhere too. You see, about 80% of Africa's population lives in rural areas, so everyone has their "real" home somewhere in the Bundus. Like if we live in Nairobi and I die, I won't be buried in some cemetery, most likey I'll be taken to our rual home, which is where most people consider real, "birth right" home. My mom and the dude in question were from the same "ancestral home" area. They went to the same primary school. In Kenya, your upcounty home has a name. It's called Shagz. Now, Shagz is a corruption of some term used to refer to the lockup villages that the colonial govt. set up back in the day to concentrate natives. These villages were upcountry, hence the use of the word. By the way, if you can, and are interested in the history of colonial Africa, get yourself a copy of "The British Gulag", a heart-rending account of the actions of the British Govt. in Kenya. As always, approach anyting written by historians with a degree of cynism/pessimism. ;)
^^^^ The norm in Kenya used to be that primary schools were day schools, and high schools were boarding schools. As it happens, theres quite a few boarding primary schools and day school high schools, but the former would be what is/was standard practice, so much so that going to boarding high school is some sort of milestone. Now, one is normally required to bring a lot of stuff to school when joining, hence the need "to be taken" to high school.

I'm going to be cliche and ask the ever lasting rhetorical question. Why? Look at this, the majority of us here have at least one lame parent and/or are illegitimate. My sister and I are both illegitimate and our father ran off every chance he could. Couldn't face being a parent so he ran. Now he lives in a completely different state and I never talk to him anymore. His side of the family and I had a falling out. Before the falling out I'd always email my dad but he'd never respond. I had to wait until he came here visiting just to find out what he had to say. So I stopped. About a year ago I was talking to my grandfather and he felt it to be necessary to critisize and discourage my decisions. He chose to tear my views to pieces and tell me what I should be doing. Accused me of various things that he can't prove to be true and probed me for things that didn't concern him. This is a man that I would defend in any situation and respect him for his knowledge and he turned that respect against me. I decided then that I would never subject myself to such a vulnerability. Never again would I allow such things to happen. About a month or two after that happened my grandmother sent me an email "apologizing" for all they had said (note: she had some words geared at me before the talk with my grandfather). I didn't respond, I just deleted it. A couple months later my dad emailed me. I figured if something remotely worth while doesn't even provoke a response from him then what else could he be emailing me for other than to take their side like he always does. So I deleted it without reading it. Just last night I received the first form of contact from any of them since then. A phone call. My mom walked up and showed me the caller ID as the phone rang. It had their name right on it. My exact words to my mom were "**** them". When I said I'd never subject myself to such situation again I meant it. I'm not going to go anywhere by constantly waiting for their meaningless approval. My feelings for them are completely apathetic now. I honestly feel nothing. The people I feel anything for can be counted on one hand now and I don't even need all fingers. And I only like them because they haven't interfered with me and I trust they won't.

I had a step-mom once and everything seemed fine with her and my dad but one day she was just gone. My dad said to never speak her name again. I think he killed her. :confused:

Originally Posted by: spiritinthesky2I had a step-mom once and everything seemed fine with her and my dad but one day she was just gone. My dad said to never speak her name again. I think he killed her. :confused:

freaky.... hey you're from Philly!! most of my extended family lives in PA... within like an hour or two from philly... I was born in state college.

Originally Posted by: Cryptic ExcretionsI'm going to be cliche and ask the ever lasting rhetorical question. Why? Look at this, the majority of us here have at least one lame parent and/or are illegitimate...

That's the same thing I was wondering when I started this thread. I have no idea why, but a lot of times I see it happening. My closest musician friends, dudes who play something, all have these issues. Mom died when I was 10. Dad lost it after that. Alcohol and all that. Another one, dad died when I was 13. Another one, dad died when I was 4. Another one is from a family that he says is called family for lack of a word. I watch TV, some local artist is being interviewed. She went to Uni in PRINCETON, has a degree in Architecture from there. So King here figures, hey, this is Kenya, so if you could afford to go Princeton, what's your story? Then she's asked who her inspiration is, and says it's her mom. The she goes on to explain:"...you see, after my dad passed on when I was 11, my mom..." and I'm like,"Oh, I see". I'm watching this reality TV show that I tried for but didn't make it. It's much like American Idol. From what I gathered (and I wasn't watching the show 24-7), half the contestants are from families with issues. a dead dad here, another dead one there. A single mom here, a single mom there.
I've stopped trying to figure it out.

It just doesn't seem right... but sickly enough, in a sense I guess it's what adds color to the world. Regarding Pony, I don't consider it sad. Not anymore. I felt sorry for myself enough in high school and when I got my head out of my ass I saw things differently. I don't feel anything about it. It is what it is and I'll just be wasting time by trying to change it. And you're right. More parents should live up to being a parent. I've made it a major part of my life to literally never procreate or engage in any actions that result in having kids. I've never had a girlfriend and I've never gotten any "action" so to speak. I am also literally the only one that can carry my family name on to future generations. I have one sister and no brothers. All of my dad's siblings are female and no longer hold their maiden name. I am literally the only one that can continue my family name. But in a sick sense I feel like my father failed before me since I wasn't supposed to be. I feel like he should've been the last, but he wasn't careful and now the responsability is on my shoulders. And I hold nothing short of every intention on stopping the family name. At any cost. Too many things add up and point to abstinance. Besides, I hate kids. Can't stand them, they give me the creeps. I know that as much contempt as I feel for kids I could never properly raise one.

Originally Posted by: 6strngs_2hmbkrsfreaky.... hey you're from Philly!! most of my extended family lives in PA... within like an hour or two from philly... I was born in state college.

Cool! I used to hunt up near state college, In the alleghany national forest near woolrich. Have you ever been there?