After my dad passed away, I thought I’d finally found some peace. But little did I know, my stepmom, Sharon, and her adult kids, Mark and Lisa, had other plans. They’d been treating me poorly for years, but now they took it to a whole new level.
Growing up, my parents got divorced, and I chose to stay with my dad. My mom moved away, but we still loved each other. When my dad married Sharon, I tried to make it work, but it was tough. She was cold and distant, always finding fault in everything I did. Her kids were just as bad, making me feel like an unwelcome guest in my own home.
But my dad was always there to defend me. He’d calm things down when Sharon got snippy or Mark made snide comments. Without him, the tension was unbearable.
After the funeral, I stayed with my friend Maddy, not wanting to face the chaos at home. But when I returned the next morning, I was shocked to find all my belongings packed up and thrown out onto the lawn. The door was locked, and Sharon stood there with a smug look, telling me I wasn’t welcome anymore.
I was heartbroken and homeless, just days after burying my dad. I called my mom, who’d been unable to attend the funeral due to work. She listened to my story and promised to come right away.
When she arrived, I was still reeling from the shock. But then she dropped a bombshell: she’d cheated on my dad during their marriage, which was why they got divorced. However, she’d also paid off the mortgage and had the deed in her name, intending for my dad to gift the house to me one day.
Armed with this new information, we decided to take action. We waited until Sharon and her kids left, then changed the locks and had their belongings moved out onto the lawn. When they returned, they were furious, but my mom stood firm, showing them the deed and proving that the house was rightfully mine.
The police got involved, and in the end, Sharon, Mark, and Lisa were forced to leave. As we watched them drive away, I finally felt a sense of relief. My mom smiled and promised to transfer the deed into my name as soon as I turned 18. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I had a future to look forward to.
In that moment, I didn’t care about my mom’s past mistakes. All that mattered was that she was there for me, and I could finally grieve my dad’s loss in peace, surrounded by the people and the home I loved.
