My Stepmother Sabotaged Me for Her Own Son – It Backfired Spectacularly

When I was seven, my mom left. No note, no goodbye — just silence. My dad, Richard, tried his best. He was kind but overwhelmed, filling the gaps with frozen dinners and awkward hugs.He remarried a year later, then again. Leslie was the third. She moved in when I was fifteen, bringing casseroles, a fake…
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