What do I do with them? Eventually they go. Sometimes people who visit express an interest and they get a bunch. I have more plants than I need, so swapping is out. I used to send them out for postage, but I was hosed so many times I quit that. I have donated specimen plants to a botanical garden (their desert exhibit is about 1/3 my donated plants). My wife sponsors a yard sale at a local church, but the plants I send there are usually potted. I wish somebody lived close, the ones in the pics are only the beginning. I mean, how many pots of Huernia keniensis do you need? (I have 3.)

I stopped reading at PORN.... take your kids & leave. If you cannot protect them any other way, the only thing is to leave. Those are his kids and if he isn't going to give them boundaries or rules (where they can get up in the middle of the night & go on the internet), it makes no difference to me where the kids primarily live... they spend time at dad's and you live with dad so unless you can pack up and leave when they are there (and I don't think that's a very good solution), then the only way to protect your kids is to leave... they may end up exposed to some of that stuff in public school but you should not have to tolearate it in your own home. Quite frankly, I went back just now to finish reading the post and if you don't remove your kids from that abusive home, social services just might. Staying there, knowing the things they are doing to your children, makes you just as guilty as if you are the one doing it. PROTECT YOUR KIDS! That's your job!

Hey there, When did you have your son?recently? Its definitely sounds like hormones to me!!! I went through it. i didn't resent my hubbies kids. In fact i was so happy when my SD came around.She was soooo helpful and supportive. My SS was the same. A little rambunctious but hey...that's a boy for you! I was extremely resentful of my husband. It came like wave of hatred emotions, turmoil. At one point i'ld be happy then the next i wasn't even sure why i married and had a kid with him. I hated him. I hated feeling locked because of teh son i had with him. I never said anything to him cause i knew it would hurt him but i knew it was my hormones. I disliked breastfeeding as well. I discussed my feelings with my doctor and she told me it is completely hormonal related. Do not make life decisions during this time. It can take up to a year to balance them. Seek positive reassurance as well from you hubby. All will balance itself out. i dont see jealousy with the young girl. You have said you love her and it sounds like you guy get along great. Focus on teh positive, Get her involved with your son. It really helps!!!!!! And discuss your feeling with a nurse or gyno. It helped me. It was hard to focus on positive stuff. Believe me! took me a long time but i'm almost balanced. I just startign to feel somewhat normal and its been over 9 months for me Hang in there!!! Show love to your stepdaughter and assurance from your hubby. If he really did still love that woman...he wouldnt' have had a kid with you.

Rereading through this thread. I'm not sure this is a "first world" problem so much as a "modern life" problem. Back when no one hardly moved anywhere, kids just transitioned into their parents house, no need for sudden, dramatic downsizing. Now we're so much more mobile, we are transitioning into a more mobile culture as far as our possessions. I was talking about this to someone I met and they recommended the book "Boomer Burden." It's about how the material-intensive lifestyle our parents and grandparents and even great grandparents held is not working for current generations. In that old world, treasured possessions were passed down from generation to generation, just getting them in the first place was quite a labor intensive accomplishment. Now, we are inundated with cheap disposable "stuff" everywhere. And overflowing landfills, which is not good. I think our generation is the sandwich between the two lifestyles, trying to sort out what is worth saving for generations, and how best to do it. And the younger folks are trying to figure out what they should never accumulate in the first place . . . constant effort at "de-cluttering" and moving isn't any less stressful than maintaining a lot of stuff. De-cluttering as opposed to fleeing with whatever you can stuff into your coat IS a first world problem . . . On the one hand. On the other hand, I cringe watching all the carp my grandkids are surrounded with, and the rate is is all discarded. I used to think my parents were mean by only getting us a few toys for birthdays and Christmas, and all the hand me down stuff. I now realize they were being good role models . . . but when you have so many families torn apart, there's no coordination and a lot of competition for who can shower the kids with the most "stuff." At some point, we must all realize "stuff" is a fool's love . . . I quit my job to downsize. It is proving VERY difficult. For me it is a matter of time. If I've invested a lot of time in something, and if I ever want it again, it's not that I regret not having the thing if I throw it out, it is not being able to get back the time previously invested to get it in the first place . . . an ironic example is my yogurt strainer. Had it for nigh on 20 years, got it as a hand me down from my mother's downsizing, who probably had it as long, never having used it. So two years ago, off to the Goodwill it went. Now that he's retired and we got an Instapot, hubs is getting into making yogurt which benefits from straining . . . this is why we happily shop at Goodwill!! Kind of a cheapie example to a serious topic, but on a serious note, I get so frustrated with my Dad not being able to let go of absolutely inanely useless and unproductive things cluttering up his home, (literally trash like envelopes and old boxes) and he's 89 so I continually wonder why he doesn't want to focus on happier items . . . A friend once remarked that as we lose control, we tend to focus on the banal things we could possibly control. One has to learn BEFORE one gets into a bad situation, what to let go and let God on . . .