Crikey a Wild Ski Bum
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Ok, so here it goes...
I'm not really asking for advice, though input (might) be appreciated, perhaps more of a vent, or even if you will a 'fuck my life and where it's going'.
As a few of you know, I had all but disappeared from the boards about a year ago when I became serious with a young lass. She is a great woman, smart, educated, faithful, family oriented, and adventurous in bed. Further, she treats my kids well, my family like her, is a good cook, and is independently financially stable. To top it off, she is 11 years my junior and not bad looking at all. Kind of like winning the lottery when it comes to women, but alas there is something nagging in the back of my mind that has me questioning this whole relationship.
In a word FREEDOM
She has a couple of small kids that are what one would call 'high maintenance' One has a learning disability that I am doing my best to deal with, but I am finding myself more and more stressed out as he requires almost constant attention or he will tear the house apart. He doesn't talk, he yells. He cannot distinguish letters, shapes and numbers. He does not walk, he runs. If you let go of his hand he would run full throttle through the mall, on a road, or tackle a rottweiler. The other though a normal kid mentally, is just constantly whining. I find myself unable to do any of the things that I love as the kids are always around.
Babysitters are not an option as they refuse to come back after the first visit. Even her parents will not look after both at the same time as they find them too much to deal with. This puts me in quite a dilemma. Since we work mostly opposite shifts, I am playing the roll of 'caregiver or parent' when the SO is at work. I am no longer able to bike, hike, go out and take pictures, or visit my sick father in the nursing home during my downtime. I literally find myself a slave to these kids. Add to that, that we RARELY are able to go out alone, so the relationship is starting to feel some stress.
A large part of me wants to move out, but continue dating her and wait until the kids are older to see if they 'normalize' any. Unfortunately the problems seem to be growing, not subsiding. The second part says go out and be single, there are many other fish in the sea and you don't need this bullshit in your life. The third part says suck it up and be a man about it. You have found the woman that you want, and nothing in life is perfect. I understand this, but I did not sign up for no 'downtime' at all.
As an added stress, since we have moved in together, we have consolidated our belongings. So if I do decide to move out, I will pretty much be leaving with half (or less) of what I brought into the relationship. I know I'll pretty well leave with nothing if I do decide to go, as I can't (won't) leave the kids in an empty house and without furniture, dishes, pots and pans or a TV. In essence, I'll be starting over 'yet again'.
But then again, she is a fantastic person, full of love, patience, and can tolerate my stubbornness, and my quirks which not many women can, and she loves me for who I am. She has not tried to change me on little bit (except for shaving my beard).
Fuck, life was so much easier when I was a player. Fuck.
Time to do some thinking.
I'm not really asking for advice, though input (might) be appreciated, perhaps more of a vent, or even if you will a 'fuck my life and where it's going'.
As a few of you know, I had all but disappeared from the boards about a year ago when I became serious with a young lass. She is a great woman, smart, educated, faithful, family oriented, and adventurous in bed. Further, she treats my kids well, my family like her, is a good cook, and is independently financially stable. To top it off, she is 11 years my junior and not bad looking at all. Kind of like winning the lottery when it comes to women, but alas there is something nagging in the back of my mind that has me questioning this whole relationship.
In a word FREEDOM
She has a couple of small kids that are what one would call 'high maintenance' One has a learning disability that I am doing my best to deal with, but I am finding myself more and more stressed out as he requires almost constant attention or he will tear the house apart. He doesn't talk, he yells. He cannot distinguish letters, shapes and numbers. He does not walk, he runs. If you let go of his hand he would run full throttle through the mall, on a road, or tackle a rottweiler. The other though a normal kid mentally, is just constantly whining. I find myself unable to do any of the things that I love as the kids are always around.
Babysitters are not an option as they refuse to come back after the first visit. Even her parents will not look after both at the same time as they find them too much to deal with. This puts me in quite a dilemma. Since we work mostly opposite shifts, I am playing the roll of 'caregiver or parent' when the SO is at work. I am no longer able to bike, hike, go out and take pictures, or visit my sick father in the nursing home during my downtime. I literally find myself a slave to these kids. Add to that, that we RARELY are able to go out alone, so the relationship is starting to feel some stress.
A large part of me wants to move out, but continue dating her and wait until the kids are older to see if they 'normalize' any. Unfortunately the problems seem to be growing, not subsiding. The second part says go out and be single, there are many other fish in the sea and you don't need this bullshit in your life. The third part says suck it up and be a man about it. You have found the woman that you want, and nothing in life is perfect. I understand this, but I did not sign up for no 'downtime' at all.
As an added stress, since we have moved in together, we have consolidated our belongings. So if I do decide to move out, I will pretty much be leaving with half (or less) of what I brought into the relationship. I know I'll pretty well leave with nothing if I do decide to go, as I can't (won't) leave the kids in an empty house and without furniture, dishes, pots and pans or a TV. In essence, I'll be starting over 'yet again'.
But then again, she is a fantastic person, full of love, patience, and can tolerate my stubbornness, and my quirks which not many women can, and she loves me for who I am. She has not tried to change me on little bit (except for shaving my beard).
Fuck, life was so much easier when I was a player. Fuck.
Time to do some thinking.