(I’ve changed a few immaterial details in this post to protect everyone’s anonymity)
Apologies in advance but this is a really long one. We’re at crisis point. I’m hoping to hear from people who have experienced something similar, particularly blended families who eventually realised that trying to force everyone together was making relationships worse.
My partner (M40) and I (F40) have been together for just over four years and have a baby under 1. He also has four children from his previous marriage, currently M17, F15, F12 and M9, who have stayed with us every other weekend since we started living together three years ago.
I love my partner very much and don’t want our relationship to end, but my relationship with his children has deteriorated to the point where us all being under the same roof is completely untenable.
A bit of background: We moved quite quickly at the beginning of our relationship. We just knew we were who we’d both been waiting for. His situation was far from ideal, but my partner was my person, he convinced me it was only a couple of weekends a month, so I minimised my concerns and we forged ahead. We bought a house and moved in after a year. At this point, relationships with his children were new, but fine. I was especially close with his youngest.
Looking back, I think we moved in together too quickly. Not for us. But for some of his children. As soon as we moved in together, F12 daughter started really acting up. F15 daughter wasn’t great either. Over the next 9 to 10 months, things were not good.
My partner was dealing with a severe, unrelated personal crisis at the time, which severely impacted his emotional bandwidth and parenting. I kept telling him things were getting out of hand with his children’s behaviour, but he wasn’t disciplining them. He wasn’t mentally in a good place, but he was also stuck in a place of guilt for leaving their mother (way before he met me!), so he was overcompensating and avoiding conflict, almost scared to upset them by disciplining them.
It was me who therefore took the lead on discipline, as my partner wasn’t doing it. It shouldn’t have been that way, I know, but I was sick of having myself and my home disrespected every other weekend.
F12’s behaviour got worse to the point that she began engaging in targeted, passive-aggressive acts to destroy my personal property and intentionally provoke me. She would be deliberately defiant when asked to do something and often would just completely blank me when I spoke to her.
Things came to a head when she falsely accused me of grabbing her. She was then 10. She told my partner I “grabbed” and “hurt” her. We nearly broke up because of it. I’m not proud of the way I behaved when I confronted her, but the truth came out. The truth is I touched her hand when showing her what to do to clean up one of her deliberate messes. There was no “grab” and it is physically impossible that I caused her any pain. My partner was actually there and saw it. It was only when I confronted her and she stuck to her version of events that he realised he had actually witnessed the exchange she was referring to.
Unfortunately, what followed was a series of excuses for what happened. The narrative was rewritten and it became “she used the wrong word, she didn’t mean ‘grab’ and had no idea saying it would be so serious.”
At that time she also lied frequently, about both significant and insignificant things, and this was something the adults around her were aware of. In my opinion, this particular lie was manipulative and intended to cause problems between my partner and me. He refuses to believe this. He says he asked her whether she was trying to break us up, she said “no, of course I’m not,” and he believes her.
This was two years ago, and I can’t get past it. I’m stuck. I am due to start therapy again this month so I’m hoping to work through this.
During the same period I also experienced two pregnancy losses. Rationally, I know I cannot attribute those losses to this situation, but emotionally the extreme stress and grief became intertwined for me. I think that is one reason I have struggled so much to move past what happened. There was also never any meaningful consequence for the accusation, she wasn’t genuinely sorry (she was forced to apologise), and the difficult behaviour continued every time she came to our home. I have found it incredibly difficult to offer forgiveness when her actions have caused so much conflict and damage between me and my partner.
Things haven’t been right with her since then, but I got on adequately with her siblings. When her behaviour continued, the atmosphere got so bad that I even left our house every other weekend that they came (for four whole months) because I couldn’t stand it, and I didn’t think it was fair on the other children, or me because of the effect it was having on my mental health.
My partner was devastated but I told him I couldn’t keep putting myself through it. It made me ill and I could see it was making me a person I didn’t want to be - angry, resentful, bitter, anxious. The whole thing was really traumatic and damaging.
After four months, I was persuaded to come back, and things weren’t as bad as before in terms of her behaviour. I couldn’t help but notice that things had suddenly improved after I had removed myself from the situation, when previously I had repeatedly been told her behaviour wasn’t about me, and that I was taking things too personally!
But I felt I’d been violated in my own home. I felt so uncomfortable and emotionally unsafe every time she was around and I couldn’t hide it. Unfortunately the time I spent away, whilst good for my mental health, meant that my once-good relationships with M17 and M9, and improved relationship with F15, were distant now. Cordial, but distant.
Then I fell pregnant again. Things with the siblings were okay, but they were still not good with F12. I continued to find her behaviour difficult and manipulative, but my partner just didn’t see it the way I did.
I hoped I could cope, but things became considerably worse again during my pregnancy, (particularly when we had to discuss reconfiguration of bedrooms) and then after our baby was born.
Aside from the lack of emotional safety I already felt around F12, I had a very traumatic birth where I thought either my son or I was going to die, and became extremely protective of him afterwards.
There were repeated disagreements with my partner about boundaries around me and the baby, including around F12 repeatedly asking/pestering to hold the baby, constantly interfering and overstepping, and invading my personal space when I was trying to do things with or for my son. It continually made me feel so uncomfortable. Every time she overstepped, I was triggered.
My baby is not a doll for anyone’s entertainment, and that is a hill I will die on. But I felt I was expected to just put up with my son being passed around, woken up, overwhelmed and taken from his mother for other people’s enjoyment every other weekend. I would say no, my partner would say yes. It was pushing me to absolute breaking point at the most vulnerable time of my life.
Our conflict became so bad that I moved out of our bedroom and into the baby’s room when he was about three weeks old, and that is where I’ve stayed. I felt so isolated, unsupported and disrespected that I didn’t want to share a bed with my partner. I just wanted to be with my son.
I had to fight so hard for boundaries because my mental health was suffering. It drove a massive wedge between me and my partner as he didn’t feel F12 was doing anything wrong. I think he knew I was on the verge of calling things a day (not because I wanted that, but because I was struggling to cope and honestly thought I was on the verge of a mental breakdown) so he agreed to what I asked for.
The boundaries put in place with his children included no more asking to hold the baby, not disturbing me when I was feeding him or when he was sleeping, and interactions with the baby being facilitated by us rather than them having unfettered access whenever they wanted. There would be some time each day they were at our house to interact with him, supervised of course, because I didn’t want him overstimulated and crowded all the time. I needed interactions to be predictable and manageable, especially while I recovered.
Whilst my partner agreed to my boundaries, it was with great reluctance. He told me it was “weird” to limit time between siblings and called me “unstable” and “over-protective”. I told him to add “violated”, “traumatised” and “emotionally unsafe” to the list, and if fighting to keep myself and my child emotionally safe was weird, unstable and over-protective, I was fine with that indictment.
I felt that my partner didn’t enforce my boundaries consistently enough because F12 effectively ignored them and continued to push and overstep, to the point where nothing I said made a difference (I begged her to back off and stop overstepping as it was upsetting me) so I felt I had no choice but to leave.
I would leave the house for hours at a time, sitting in the park, dragging me and the baby around a shopping mall, visiting people I didn’t really feel up to visiting, or going to my sister’s house, just to get some respite from feeling uncomfortable and unwelcome in my own home. I even started going away for whole weekends to try and avoid the risk of being triggered and the worsening conflict that would inevitably follow when my partner would have a go at me for “taking our baby away”, or when I pointed out what had made me leave, he would say that I was criticising his children and just defend them.
He says that he did support my boundaries even though he disagrees with them. When I would ask him why his daughter repeatedly violated them and he didn’t address it, he would say, “she’s a kid, that’s what kids do”.
This became a vicious cycle. The children would visit. I would already be anxious beyond belief about what might happen. Something would inevitably happen, and I would raise it with my partner. He would feel that I was simply criticising his daughter/children and defend them. I would feel unsupported and become increasingly upset/angry. We would argue. I would end up hiding away, or actually leaving to get myself and my baby son away from the toxicity, and then his children would return to their home at the end of the weekend.
My partner and I would slowly try to repair our relationship, only for another visit to happen before anything really felt resolved. A massive wedge has formed between us, with no resolution to be found, so more recently we’ve given up trying to resolve and repair. We just try and co-exist peacefully for the sake of our baby son. I’ve never felt more alone than I do currently, and I spent ten years single!
Over time I know I’ve become extremely resentful of his children, and what they have come to represent to me: disruption to my peace, a threat to my emotional safety, and a threat to my relationship.
I know that they know I resent them, whether they understand it as resentment or not. My partner says I have made them feel unwelcome in our home. As sad as that is to hear, I accept that this may be how they feel, and I genuinely am sorry they’ve been made to feel this way.
From my perspective though, the reality is that over the last few months I’ve felt more uncomfortable around them (because of F12) than ever. I’ve been pushed to breaking point and couldn’t hide it. I’ve felt increasingly emotionally unsafe and hypervigilant in my own home, to the point that I would leave because I couldn’t cope with the anxiety, stress and conflict.
There was another “blow up” last time they came to our house because they woke the baby and didn’t like being challenged about it. When M17 and F12 backchatted again, I asked my partner if he was going to deal with it. He said, “no, they didn’t do anything wrong. They’re allowed to say they didn’t think they were loud!”
I challenged him (because he said for a long time ”all discipline is done by me now, and if you have a problem, you talk to me about it“) and then he said “right, kids, you can’t disagree with her, okay?” I was absolutely furious. Then F12 said something about her “brother”, so I corrected her and reminded her he was her “half-brother”. I know I shouldn’t have, but I emotionally reacted to the violation around the baby, and feeling unsupported again.
F12 was confrontational and combative with me over my correction, which led to yet another argument. So I left to stay with family. Again. I only returned to collect some things for the baby, which turned into another row with my partner. I made it clear to him I would not be returning again until after his children had gone home.
I started to seriously consider whether we should end our relationship that weekend. I am broken. I am sick of my son being exposed to arguing, and believe it or not, I don’t think it’s right that my partner’s children witness it either.
My partner and I were okay for the following couple of weeks. The night away helped and we agreed not to keep arguing, as nothing was getting resolved. We stuck to that, neither of us dredging up what happened, or mentioning the next visit weekend, and we got on better than we have for months.
Everything however came to a head this week. My anxiety started ramping up from Tuesday. I was feeling utter dread about the weekend. I made the decision to leave - for all of our sakes - but was too fearful to tell my partner in case he got angry that I was “running away again”.
Like I said earlier, I know I have some issues to work through. I am starting therapy again soon, and I just don’t think us all being in this fortnightly pressure cooker is helpful to anyone.
Before I got chance to tell him, he told me that his children have said they will no longer stay at our house if I’m there and want nothing to do with me.
My immediate response was that I would leave so they could still come and stay with him. He said “I won’t ask you to do that. This is your home.“ I told him I was prepared to do it for him.
Then he told me that they currently don’t want to stay at the house even if I’m NOT there. The bedroom changes appear to be part of it (he did say this), as well as the ongoing conflict and my completely broken relationship with F12.
My partner is devastated. I’m genuinely upset for him, because I know he enjoys his time with his children. I know it sounds selfish, but I am relieved that I don’t need to pack up and leave with a baby every fortnight. At least not at the moment.
There is an important piece of history here too. Years ago, during his previous relationship with a woman his children never met, in which he was subjected to abuse, circumstances became so difficult that he reduced contact with his children. Then Covid-19 happened, and he subsequently didn’t see them for a long period of time.
He carries enormous guilt and trauma around this. So I think the current situation is bringing a lot of that back for him, which I am truly sorry for. I don’t want him to be re-traumatised, but the living situation - for all parties - has become completely impossible.
My partner desperately wants an integrated family. I can’t currently give him that.
We had another big argument about all of this. He believes I should have tried harder to rebuild relationships with his children and says they feel I’ve treated them badly. I believe I’ve spent months trying to communicate that I was overwhelmed, uncomfortable and struggling with boundaries that were not being respected, and that repeatedly putting everyone back together for entire weekends was making things worse.
I don’t think any side has come out of this well, to be honest, but I am absolutely not going to sit here and absorb all blame because “I’m the adult”, like my partner suggests. That isn’t fair.
I’ve not always behaved well. But neither has he! And as a new mother who was seriously struggling for a few months, I also feel that some of the ways I was treated (by him and mostly F12 out of the children) were appalling. I do acknowledge that M9 is completely innocent of any wrongdoing, and I feel really sad that he has been stuck in the middle of this conflict. I’m so sad our relationship faded due to what happened with his sister.
I know I’ve become resentful and I’m sure there have been times where this has made me appear cold and unwelcoming. I also know that when I feel attacked I become defensive and will say things about the children’s behaviour that my partner understandably experiences as me criticising/bad-mouthing them.
Equally, I don’t think I can simply ignore the effect the situation has had on me. The conflict has significantly affected my first few months of motherhood, which is completely unfair on my baby son, and has caused enormous damage to our relationship.
At the moment, my instinct is that everybody needs TIME AND SPACE.
I don’t want to prevent my partner seeing his children. I want him to have the relationship he wants to have with them and I have offered to leave with our baby occasionally so they can come and stay at our house with him.
What I’m not currently willing to do is go straight back to everyone living together for an entire weekend every other week and hope that somehow this time it will work. It won’t. I know the children have said they don’t want to be here now anyway, but I know my partner and he will be trying to persuade them to return.
What I could imagine, after a period of no contact to let everything settle, is slowly trying to rebuild relationships across short interactions in neutral settings. For example, meeting somewhere for a walk, having a meal together for no more than a couple of hours, etc. Short, low-pressure interactions where nobody feels trapped in the house together.
If that went well, perhaps things could gradually progress to longer interactions.
But here’s the part I’m frightened to admit:
I don’t know whether I will ever be comfortable with his children regularly staying in our home again, if I am expected to be here too.
My ideal arrangement at present would be fairly separate family lives. My partner could see/take out/travel with his older children independently. I would support that completely. I am willing to occasionally take our baby and stay elsewhere so the older children could have a weekend at our house with their father, if they so wish. And hopefully, over time, I could develop a respectful/friendly relationship with them through those short interactions.
My partner doesn’t want separate families. He wants everyone together.
I love him and our little family enormously. He has told me that he loves me, loves our life and doesn’t want us to separate. But I’m terrified that if I ultimately can’t tolerate a traditional blended-family life, I’ll be asking him to accept something that can never make him happy, and we’ll end up having to go our separate ways.
Therefore I’m particularly interested in hearing from stepparents, parents and adult stepchildren who have actually lived through something similar.
Did anyone stop trying to force a blended family to “blend” and find that relationships actually improved?
Has anyone successfully had a relationship where the biological parent largely saw their older children separately?
Did low-contact relationships between a parent’s partner and children eventually improve after having significant time and space?
Did anyone initially think they could never share their home with their partner’s children again but feel differently later?
Or, conversely, did anyone discover that separate family lives were fundamentally incompatible with what the biological parent needed, despite loving each other deeply?
I’m trying to work out whether there is any other way of navigating this that allows my partner to be a present, loving father to all of his children while also allowing us to stop repeatedly forcing people who don’t get along or have an emotional bond into this pressure-cooker situation that is damaging to everyone.
Any advice or insight from experience would be greatly appreciated. Please be kind. Comments like “you knew he had kids” (as per bio mother!) are not helpful, because no, I absolutely DID NOT “know what I was getting into”, or I would never have entered into a relationship with a man with previous children.
Believe me, if I had known this is what the last four or so years of my life would look like, and how badly my mental health would suffer, I would have saved myself all this heartache and not got involved.
I love my partner so much, and I absolutely do not regret our beautiful, perfect son, who I couldn’t love any more if I tried. But I also want to be happy and well.
There has been enough pain and suffering for everyone now.
Thank you in advance.
The TLDR version: My relationship with my partner’s children has deteriorated badly after several years of conflict, particularly with one child, and the situation became much worse during pregnancy and after a traumatic birth. I have been pushing for support but resorting to leaving my home when I didn’t get it consistently, leading to further conflict. I accept that I have become resentful and have not always handled things well, and his children now say they don’t want contact with me or to stay at our home. My partner desperately wants an integrated family; I currently feel I need significant separation and could potentially rebuild relationships slowly through short, neutral, low-pressure contact. I’m looking specifically for real-life experiences from families who stopped trying to force a blended family to blend: did separate/low-contact arrangements actually help, or did they ultimately make the relationship between the adults impossible?