Years ago, I was the kid who’s dad wanted to remarry. So, let me add some perspective.
These kids are young and they just lost their mom. They don’t process grief, like adults. Honestly, it wasn’t until I was an adult that I could look back and figure out why I was angry and sad because I spent a lot of time just being confused about what was going on. On one level, the older one is hormonal and acting weird because of it. However, she and the other kids are also going through a very traumatic life experience and they need to figure out how to deal with their “new normal.”
In my situation, one minute, we are burying mom. Then next, some new lady and her kid is moving in. Then, there was a wedding and I was supposed to be all happy about it.
I did try to get along with my “steps” but it was just obvious that I was in a “put up or shut up” situation. It would have probably worked better had my stepsister not insisted on telling me and my dad that she hated us and our family most of the time that she lived with us. And, everyone hated that I wouldn’t shower or use deodorant, but I just wasn’t going to do much that this lady was trying to tell me to do because she “wasn’t my mom” and I didn’t want to listen to her. Especially if her kid was going to complain about me and my dad all day, every day. It was just a bad situation for everyone.
(Did I mention that step-mom had mental health issues and didn’t like taking her meds and the step-sister loved manipulating these situations? Yeah, that was not a fun time - at all).
I was also in therapy for awhile. I guess it helped, but not really. I still couldn’t really figure out some of my issues w/the situation until I was older.
The divorce that came a few years later really wasn’t a shocker. Nobody got along and everyone was miserable.
I can see why the priest would talk about adopting the kids, but I think that is a long way off. If it ever happens.
The family really has some things to work out before they add another person to their ranks.
Looking back, I am really astonished by my behavior and somewhat admire my step-mom for really trying to make a go of the marriage, given all the challenges it faced.
However, I’d advise any woman in your situation to step back and really think about the implications of marrying into the family.
If it didn’t work out between the two of you, then going through a divorce would just be devastating on the kids - especially considering that their mother has already died and the kids are girls.
Teenage girls always want their mom, regardless of how much they hate her a few hours ago. I am totally envious of mothers and daughters who have great relationships because mine died so young. I was 7 and I still mourn that loss (in different ways these days - 30 years later. There are just so many “my mom wasn’t there for that” moments.
If you are going to be their ‘step-mom’, then you need to understand that there’s always going to be a fine line between “not being my ‘real’ mom” and “I’m so glad you’re here.” And, you can’t just say that it’s ‘hormones’. They see themselves as defenders of their mom’s memory - even if they never talk about her. It’s really a hard transition when everyone’s alive, but when mom’s dead - it’s even harder because they want “their” mom and ‘a’ mom at the same time. And, I’m kind of unsure how to explain the difference, but the influence on a grown-up woman is very profound in a young girl’s life, regardless if it’s bio-mom or not. I loved my step-mom more than I ever let on, but I really didn’t like the speed at which my dad and her started dating, moved in and married. It was just too fast and everyone was miserable most of the time. Had they dated longer and waited to get married, then yeah, maybe I would have been more open to the situation. It was just bad timing and trying to force things that really weren’t in the cards.
I hope that you got something out of my rambling. My basic goal is to share and hope that something good can come from my bad experience.
I know other people have had great step-parent relationships. That just wasn’t mine.