I was five years old when my parents divorced. I lived with my dad and visited with my mom on holidays and in the summer. A few years after the divorce my dad remarried. And a few years after that the fighting began.
By the time I was in high school, the relationship between my stepmom and I really deteriorated. Part of it (actually most of it) was my teenage angst and part of it was my stepmom’s inexperience at being a stepmom. I thought she loved my half-brother and sister more. She thought I was a spoiled brat. Honestly I …read more