Story #2: The Wicked Stepmother
“When I was 15, I had to go spend a few weeks with my dad and stepmom. My stepmom never liked me. Ever. It became more noticeable when they had a daughter. Our birthdays were one month apart. One year, I got a football and a crappy Dallas Cowboys backpack (I hate football). On her birthday, she got a ton of computer games and toys. When I was staying with them, I woke up early one morning. I noticed my door was open, so I got up to close it. When I got close to the door, I could hear my stepmom saying, ‘I told Gary not to invite him. I hate him.’”
