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Your not my dad!

 This is what my oldest said to my husband (her step dad) today.

 First off, yes, her father he is not. She is not part of his DNA make up. He did not help me create her himself. So technically she is correct. He is not her dad.

 Since the time she was three. Tim has been there, been here. In our house, helping to raise her. Telling her right from wrong, yes and no. Correcting her wrongs, when she was little she played horsey on his back, he has been the one who took them trick or treat went to birthday parties, shared holidays and supported her through the last eleven years.

 Now she does have a father. Her father however, does not really tell her right from wrong he's not here to do that. He is not here to share the holidays or birthday celebrations. The joys and the hard times she goes through, he does not really know much about those. He is not here for those. I am not saying that is through any fault of his. He cannot be here, he has a separate life... But here, he is not. Her dad, yes, yes he is... Why does that trump what Tim is to her?

 I recently found out she was having a hard time here at home. She is always the bad guy here, and treated, in her words, like crap. Don't get me wrong she is in no way treated like a princess... but we are not treated as royalty by her either. The joys of being a teen. I wonder what Hannah and Bailey's excuses will be when they are teens... Ah well.

 On a happier note, I asked her if she was tongue kissing with her boyfriend and she told me that was just gross and why would she do that??? Just the answer I wanted to hear, weather its the truth or not, I cannot be certain, but in my little mom world I can just sit back and believe it.

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