My husband has two children, two diffent mothers. We see one child two nights every week and we have him every other weekend. The other child we see once a month for now. I have no children of my own. I am realizing that I struggle with what is “our life” and what is not. I think that because I did not help create those children with him they are a part of another life. They have their own mother’s and they will never see me as anything more then a glorified nanny. At least this is the way I feel.
The way I feel isn’t necessarily the way things are. I made a promise to myself long ago not to get involved with a man who had offspring. I feel like I need to state that I absolutely adore children. They are a lot of fun and I can now picture myself with one of my own. I worried about how the dynamic would be with someone else’s child and with that woman being in contact with my significant other and yes..it has pretty much been as I thought it would be.
My husband is as patient as it gets….really he is. I think any other guy would have cast me aside by now. There is this weird kind of jealousy that eats away at me more frequently now. I don’t even know what the jealousy is over.
I need to look at things differently for my sanity.