Retarded Step Son
I hate my step son with every fiber of my being. We used to only have him every other weekend and I would just hide in my room those weekends. Now we have him 100% of the time and he is driving me INSANE. I think about divorce at least once/week just because of this f****** r*****. He did horribly in public school, so his dad decided I should homeschool him. He is ten years old, but my three year old is smarter than him. More than once, my three year old has answered a question that the little fuckwad didn't know the answer to. He can't do simple mathematics, can hardly read (and chooses to read my daughter's board books when he's forced to read), still can't spell three letter words, etc etc etc. I will present information to him in a million ways and try to make it as fun and as exciting for him as possible and he won't grasp a f****** lick of it.
He still p***** AND s**** himself. No joke, one day I kept smelling something foul and couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I thought maybe the cats and taken a dump, so I cleaned their box.... NOPE. I smelled it all through breakfast and while I did my morning chores. I took a shower and had to pass his room and realized that I smelled the stench again. STILL didn't occur to me that the idiot had s*** himself, so I went downstairs. About thirty minutes later, he was on the couch (watching f****** Thomas the Train, because he is a COMPLETE AND UTTER R*****) and I FINALLY realized that the smell was coming from him. He NEVER EVER responds when you talk to him, so I just asked if he knew he smelled. NO RESPONSE. Then it hit me - HE S*** HIS G****** PANTS. I say "Did you p*** your pants?" and he just stares at me. Eventually he says "I guess I'll go take a bath." UH DUHHHHH!!! Did you really f****** eat breakfast, play with toys, and watch tv ALL WHILE SITTING IN YOUR OWN S***? Yes, he did. And Daddy Dearest doesn't f****** care. UGH.
He p***** his pants CONSTANTLY. I find pissy underwear hidden all the time. I even found a stash of my daughter's pull ups that he'd p***** in and hidden under his desk. STILL, Daddy Dearest doesn't give a F***.
He is also ugly as F***. He has buck teeth that are brighter than the sun and I want to punch them out of his scrawny f****** face every time he stares at me when I ask a simple question.
My daughter adores him and tries to play with him, but gets so frustrated because he won't ever respond to anything she says. I eventually have to yell "RESPOND WHEN SHE TALKS TO YOU, PLEASE!" and he'll eventually say something totally f****** stupid.
He is a complete follower with no imagination or personality of his own. When he is around his significantly younger cousins, he copies everything they say and do and laughs when he has no f****** idea what is going on.
He has like three chores that he has to do every day (make his bed, empty the trash from the bathrooms, and put his laundry away). YET every single day, if you don't break it down g******* Barney style for him, he "forgets" how to do them. Seriously. The other day I told him to take care of the trash and he came down with his arms full of used toilet paper and pads and s*** because he "forgot" that he was just supposed to take the bags out and replace them. WTF? THAT IS A SPECIAL KIND OF RETARDED!!! Literally EVERY SINGLE DAY, I have to tell him how to do his chores again.
His NANA, who lives right across the street, babies him like f****** crazy. She still picks him up and carries him on her hip through stores (he is small for his age) and rocks him. HOLY F***, I cannot stand it. She thinks that he is right on track academically (nevermind that I had to purchase kindergarten curriculum instead of grade 5 after realizing that he didn't even know all of his letters) and that it is other kids who are "too advanced". She tells my husband that it is completely normal for him to pee and p*** himself and that it will just go away. SOOOO DH doesn't do s*** and just lets him run around completely uneducated and having more accidents than my potty trained three year old. Oh! And one time, my daughter had colored stuffed blocks with her and R***** said "This one is blue!" and Nana actually said "Good job!" and made a giant f****** stink about the idiot knowing what blue looks like.
I am embarrassed to take him in public because people have literally asked if something was wrong with him. So I just stay locked up in my house with the f****** r***** all day long.