Last posting I told you about my stepsons coming to visit since my husband was back in town for a long weekend. It was good to see them; they are getting so handsome and are very personable. It warmed my heart to see our biological son over-the-top excited to play with his brothers. He was really amped up and trying to cram everything in. After dinner one night, as soon as the boys sat on the couch, the little one was trying to get them to wrestle. Right away, my husband told him no that everyone was full from dinner. He started to cry and I finally had to say something. I said, “You know, he is so excited to see the boys and has missed them so much that he is just trying to get everything in at one time.” My older stepson looked at me with a stunned look as if he never thought that a 6 year old had feelings. The weekend was very draining emotionally. I was happy for my husband after having spent time alone with them a couple of months ago; it was good for him to continue with that bonding. As for me? I guess the best way I can explain it is this: you know when you are dating someone and you start venturing out and meeting each others’ friends? I’m talking specifically when you are with your boyfriend around his friends. They’re polite to you, but the conversation is directed toward him and they are primarily interacting with him. They are cordial enough when you try to interject into the conversation, but body language, etc. is more focused on your boyfriend. That’s what it felt like to me. They were nice enough to me, but there was no depth. I feel very much like “Dad’s wife” and not even a stepmom! But, to tell you the truth, I didn’t set any expectations for my own relationship with them, so it is a nonissue. What was really hard was when the boys left. My little one tried to keep up the brave front and pulled it off for about 5 minutes and then broke down bawling his eyes out. Talk about ripping my heart out. It was one thing at 18 months old when I would drop them off after the week with us and I would see his bottom lip quivering because he didn’t want them to leave. That was difficult enough, but at least they would be back in 7 days. Now, I have no reassurances to give him as to when he will see his brothers again. In fact, just this morning he asked me, “When am I going to see the boys again?” I told him, “I have no idea. It could be a while and I know it doesn’t seem fair.” He paused for a moment and said, “The boys are only going to come over when Dad comes home, right?” I said, “Right.” And he just said, “I wish Dad would stay home for 7,000 days.” Just remember, the judge from the family law court felt that it wasn’t necessary for the boys to have a relationship with their little brother beyond the way it is arranged now. I wish someone could explain to me how that is in the best interests of the children. So, as we were all sorting through our emotions Saturday evening after my stepsons went home, we decided to jump in the car to grab something quick through the drive-thru. No sooner than my husband opened the garage, he and I both got served to go back to court because apparently we are hiding money somewhere. Funny thing is, I was blatantly told by an attorney when my husband was first sued last year that stepparents have no legal rights. Nothing that I did or contributed financially for 11 years mattered, but now I am required to appear in court and produce all of my personal and business records. Go figure. What a weekend! Talk about icing on the cake!