I have been married almost two years now and most of it has been warfare.

We argue. We disagree. We fight. I yell. He runs. I cry. He stews.

And we all suffer.

Alone.

Wait!!! Hold the phone – that is not right.

I suffer alone.

I am alone.

My husband and son have each other.

I am the enemy.

I am the stepmomster.

Welcome to my blog.

Sometimes I will say things that make you laugh. Sometimes I will say things that will only make me laugh. Sometimes I will say things that will make you want to call the authorities. Don’t worry, I probably already have.

I am becoming a monster one stepson at a time . . .