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After my parents divorced when I was 7, I lived with my mother until I was a teen. I ended up moving in with my dad and step mother just after my 14th birthday because I wanted to change schools. My stepmother had 2 boys from her previous marriage that lived with my dad, too. Actually, I grew up with these boys because when I visited my dad on weekends they were always there. Also, before the divorce, my step mother was my mother’s best friend. At one point, our families were inseparable and did everything together; then my step mother decided she wanted my dad and she won. Needless to say I harbored immense hatred and contempt for my step mother for apparent reasons; but she actually gave me a few others I’ll share with you.

My step mother got great enjoyment making fun of me and calling me names. Anytime I’d put make up on, especially eye shadow, she’d tell me I looked like a clown or how bad of a job it did applying it. She loved to tell me I looked fat or sleazy and actually threw out my favorite pair of Levis!! These jeans were worn and torn just the way I wanted and it had taken years to get them like that! I couldn’t believe the audacity! Whenever I’d lay out by the pool on my stomach with my bikini top unhooked, she’ d walk by my lawn chair and spew nasty things like you little slut, or you such a whore, etc…Our driveway was a ½ mile long and the house was in a secluded area, we had NO neighbors around to even see me!!!!! Visions of drowning her sorry ass in that pool crossed my mind more than once.

Not only did she make fun of me, she was a vicious liar about it. Whenever I would tell dad about these little incidents and she would cry and tell him it was MY fault, that I was the one that said all those mean things and hurt her feelings. One time she told dad I came home drunk from school and came after her with a knife telling her I was going to kill her while calling her every name in the book. The boys were always home after school at the same time I was, there was no way in hell I would have ever been able to get away with that. But her emotions were so believable and she was so good at manipulating him, dad sided with her on this one.

Dealing with the name calling, and the lying made life at that house a living hell. The worst part was her triumphant attitude after it was all said and done; especially when she was turning my own dad against me. She loved nothing more than to look at me with that smirk on her face knowing she won the game, again. Her smug demeanor and deliberate provocation toward me was relentless. It’s a wonder I didn’t burn the house down with her in it.

I only had to endure her crap for a couple years because once I graduated my junior year of high school, I was out of there. I’m not going to say I didn’t give this woman shit, because I went way out of my way to make her life a living hell. I always told her she’d be haunted for the rest of her life for what she did to my mother. Years have gone by and occasionally she does cross my mind. I can only hope the ole proverb “what comes around, goes around” has found its way into her life.