Dear Brother Beer,

I am a single mother with 2 boys who lives with a man who has 3 daughters. My boys are with us all the time and his girls visit every other weekend. When they are here, they are allowed to do whatever they want, stay up as late as they want and their dad does not discipline them at all. They are very rude to me and my sons. When I have mentioned this to my boyfriend, he has shrugged it off with excuses about “making the weekend fun.” This has caused some tension between us and I would rather find somewhere else to be when they come over. How can I get him to see what I see when they come over?

Signed,
Not the Evil Step-Mom

Ah, the blended family! They are fun, aren’t they? Who wouldn’t jump at the chance to share a dwelling with people that you don’t know and who don’t really want you there? There’s nothing quite as wonderful as finding the man of your dreams, building a life together, and having the whole thing ruined when his pesky kids show up and get in the way. Fortunately, there are an abundance of household cleaners that make great poisons. The only problem is they show up on an autopsy. So be careful, NtESM. It would suck if your attempts to make your life perfect ended with a lengthy prison sentence. You may want to think about hiring someone to take ‘em out. Hell, while your at it, find out if your man is sick of YOUR kids. The hit man you hire may have a family discount. These are tough economic times. Everyone is offering bargains. You think assassins are any different? They aren’t. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do.

I know, I know. Your kids are practically saints. There’s not a chance in hell that your boyfriend would want them out of the picture. It’s just HIS kids that are causing all the trouble. There’s no way that the rudeness you are forced to endure two weekends a month could be a daily experience for him, now is there? Because it’s only his brats that express the resentment they feel for the situation that they’ve been forced into by responding rudely in social situations. Your kids would never dream of doing something so completely normal under such stress inducing, life changing circumstances. Or would they?

Alright, NtESM, have I beat up on you enough? Good. Now you, your live-in boyfriend, your perfect little angels and his rude little hellions need to get your asses into family counseling pronto. But don’t rule out the hired assassin just yet. You may find that to be less costly than therapy, depending on which benefits your health care provider is denying this week.

Your Big Brother Beer

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