Revealing the Truth: A Stepmom's Downfall

The day my dad remarried, his new wife looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Don’t worry,

sweetie. I’ll teach you how to behave.” I was sixteen. And instantly done

with her. At first, it was small stuff. She’d “forget” to pass on messages

from my dad. Hide mail. Move my things, then blame me for “being messy.”

Typical petty stepmom villain behavior. Then she got bold. She started calling herself my “real

mother.” She tried to rewrite memories. Told relatives I was “rebellious and unstable.”

All while acting sugary sweet in front of my dad. But the final straw? I found a letter

from my dream university — hidden inside her dresser. She had opened it, sealed it back up,