Will our marriage surive these hellish teenage years?
We LOVE each other. There's no doubt about that.
He knew before he ever signed up for this rodeo that there was a clause located between the "in sickness and health" and the "til death due us part." And that was
"and I agree to father these two bratty children as if they're my own... and I agree that this family includes Twin, Roo, Parentals, Brats...and I will NEVER make her choose them or me.."
It's a clause that was read up front to every specimen I dated between the Bio-dad and Butch. It's a package deal, or not at all. And he's graciously fallen right into our family unit.
But this morning when I had Austin come screaming in the bathroom, mid conditioning my hair, because the two of them were going at it. And than I got to hear the whole "he said" and "did he tell you about THIS happening" between the two of them I began to worry. That seed that bursts into bloom every now and than....
Will we make it?
I told him in as simple and non-confrontational words as I could...
"He's a teenager. They're assholes. All tennagers go through this. They're angry little assholes. It's a phase they all outgrow. But it could be YEARS. When I'm mad at him you make me take a Time Out. The same goes for you."
And the voices in my head were trying to telepathetically tell him
"Please don't leave. We need you. We will NEVER survive the Teenager Phase without you."
And now that they're at school and we're working... well... hopefully it's all good...