Every Day, I Fled from My Stepfather – Then I Found Someone Who Reminded Me of My Mom
I was thirteen when my world shrank to hiding from Dale, my stepfather. After my mom died, he imposed strict rules: stay out of sight, don’t make noise, and vanish whenever he had company. At home, his friendliness only existed for others; alone with me, he was cold, controlling, and critical. I learned to move…