When I was very young, my parents divorced. My father had run off with a mega bitch that eventually became my step-monster and thus leaving me, my sister and mother to continue life as a broken family. I was 3 years old when I met the mega bitch step-monster and from day one she hated me and let me know it by being physically and mentally abusive. So I’ve wondered most of my life: How can an adult hate a 3 year old?
Presently, I baby-sit an almost one-year-old boy. I’m a stay at home mom anyway, so what’s one more kid in the house plus, I get to make a little extra much needed cash. Well, after seeing this child for over a month, I have a confession to make. I don’t like watching this extra child.
He’s well behaved and was easy to get onto a schedule. It’s not that I hate the child. I don’t. He’s a helpless baby. What I don’t like is that his parents don’t bathe him. They don’t clean his ears or his feet and hands. He’s a grubby little baby who enjoys sitting in his own shit – literally. I don’t like what his parents feed the baby either. He’ll be a 1 year old in less than a week and for lunches everyday he gets puree fruit and only a little of it. The poor kid shits 4 times a day and that’s only while he’s with me from 7:30am to 3pm.
Since the mother is younger than me, I let her know that the baby needs to eat veggies – green ones – everyday. She told me that he doesn’t like green veggies and that she knows what’s best for her baby because she is a pre-school teacher. So I dropped it. I sent my husband to the store to stock up on green veggie baby food. Now the boy gets green veggies for lunch Monday thru Friday. I don’t tell his mother that I’m feeding him green veggies – that he really loves by the way or that I have given him baths.
So what’s my problem? I still don’t care for this baby. I don’t like the way he looks, smells, or the sounds he makes which are reminiscent of the monster from the movie Funhouse or that everyday he shows up sneezing all over my kid’s toys. I have to decontaminate all the toys, highchair, floor mats – everything that kid comes in contact with I feel the need to clean. But do I hate him? No, not at all. I play with him, read to him, tickle him and even sing him to sleep. I feel bad for him because I don’t feel he has a chance at a healthy life. So why don’t I like this baby? I feel these things because his being in my home takes my attention away from my own children. I’m resentful.
So going back to my first question of how the mega bitch step-monster could hate a 3 year old has been answered. She resented me for having to share her time with my father. Moreover, her lack of intelligence and maturity limited her ability to communicate her frustration to my father so the only thing she could do was act out abusively like a big dumb animal. A year or so ago, I asked my father if the mega bitch step-monster had any remorse for the way she treated me. His reply, “Sherry feels you were treated fairly.” Fuck that bitch!
Presently, I baby-sit an almost one-year-old boy. I’m a stay at home mom anyway, so what’s one more kid in the house plus, I get to make a little extra much needed cash. Well, after seeing this child for over a month, I have a confession to make. I don’t like watching this extra child.
He’s well behaved and was easy to get onto a schedule. It’s not that I hate the child. I don’t. He’s a helpless baby. What I don’t like is that his parents don’t bathe him. They don’t clean his ears or his feet and hands. He’s a grubby little baby who enjoys sitting in his own shit – literally. I don’t like what his parents feed the baby either. He’ll be a 1 year old in less than a week and for lunches everyday he gets puree fruit and only a little of it. The poor kid shits 4 times a day and that’s only while he’s with me from 7:30am to 3pm.
Since the mother is younger than me, I let her know that the baby needs to eat veggies – green ones – everyday. She told me that he doesn’t like green veggies and that she knows what’s best for her baby because she is a pre-school teacher. So I dropped it. I sent my husband to the store to stock up on green veggie baby food. Now the boy gets green veggies for lunch Monday thru Friday. I don’t tell his mother that I’m feeding him green veggies – that he really loves by the way or that I have given him baths.
So what’s my problem? I still don’t care for this baby. I don’t like the way he looks, smells, or the sounds he makes which are reminiscent of the monster from the movie Funhouse or that everyday he shows up sneezing all over my kid’s toys. I have to decontaminate all the toys, highchair, floor mats – everything that kid comes in contact with I feel the need to clean. But do I hate him? No, not at all. I play with him, read to him, tickle him and even sing him to sleep. I feel bad for him because I don’t feel he has a chance at a healthy life. So why don’t I like this baby? I feel these things because his being in my home takes my attention away from my own children. I’m resentful.
So going back to my first question of how the mega bitch step-monster could hate a 3 year old has been answered. She resented me for having to share her time with my father. Moreover, her lack of intelligence and maturity limited her ability to communicate her frustration to my father so the only thing she could do was act out abusively like a big dumb animal. A year or so ago, I asked my father if the mega bitch step-monster had any remorse for the way she treated me. His reply, “Sherry feels you were treated fairly.” Fuck that bitch!
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