Steps to Stepparenting.

An original by yours truly.

Love my children: but not too much – nor too little, and only when I say it’s okay.

Care for my children: but not more than and definitely not better than I do.

Protect my children: but only from what I tell you to – and certainly not from me.

Teach my children, but don’t challenge what I’ve set as law; as their real parent, I am always right.

Discipline my children: but don’t touch them, raise your voice at them, or punish them in any way.

Support my children: but don’t show up at their events, keep contact with their leaders or teachers, and don’t make me look bad.

Be a role model for my children: but take constant criticism, disrespect, and abuse from me – and don’t you dare show them to stand up for yourself.

Be a stepparent to my children, but don’t even think about stepping up to be a parent.

About the Author. 

I am physically 21 years young, my soul has known several lifetimes, and mentally I’m somewhere in between.

I’m a Leo sun, Scorpio moon, with a Libra rising. All more than scary accurate. If you want to get to know me, without having to get to know me, I’d read into it a little. 
I’m studying Wicca, but I’m branching out into more general witchcraft. Even so, nice to merry meet ya.  
I’m also studying metaphysics. It’s difficult to generalize all of the things I believe and want to learn, it’s such a broad category but I’m sure you get the point. I’m just trying to keep my chakras aligned, my magic justifiable, and my aura clean. Call me a Healer, tack on an Empath tag, an you’ve got yourself a Crystal Child. Better yet, a witch.
I really do listen to most any kind of music, although as I write this I know that’s not the best way to word it. I listen to a lot of very different types of music. Long story short, I rarely listen to a radio station. Music should speak, even when it has no lyrics. 
My dog is my best friend, mostly because she can’t disagree, object, or lecture me. 
I was born with a curious, roaming soul, but was convinced that stability wasn’t such a bad thing by the most perfect (for me) man to ever walk the Earth, and two of the greatest kids I’ve ever met. 
My childhood was in no way ideal, but I am nothing close to ashamed of it and I wouldn’t change anything about it if I could. I learnt too much too young, but it made me who I am today. Cliché, I know, but there is so much truth in that. 
My brain is fucked up. Quite literally, actually. Both literally and metaphorically. You’ve been semi warned. 
My best quality is also, ironically enough, what I hate most about myself; the overall level of forgiveness, understanding, and compassion I have for others will be my downfall to say the least. 
Honestly and truly, you will have a hard time finding  a soul in this lifetime who is as open, non-judgmental, unselfish, and as loving and caring as I. That’s not to say it I’m perfect, nor am I trying to brag. Im just as human as the rest of us. I have road rage, and I’m cranky before coffee. I sit front row in the sass class and even though it really takes a lot to piss me off, my buttons are still pushable. Even still, I’m never angry for long, and I don’t like the taste of bitterness. Forgive  and forget; if you can’t forget, at least try and let that shit go.
I take great pride in the kind of heart and mind I posses, even though it took me a while to appreciate them. I know that they are always with the best of intentions. I know that they, an I, are good. 

Also, puns. Sorry in advance