Why I Hate My Stepmom
These are the reasons why I hate my stepmom.
1 - She tells everyone I’m adopted
She introduces me to people like “This is Jeff’s (my dad) adopted daughter.” I was adopted when I was 2 days old. Most people didn’t know I was adopted until my stupid stepmom told them. At least once a month she finds some way to bring this up and I hate it!
She says she does it because I look so different then my dad so she has to say why so nobody thinks I’m her kid.
But its like me being adopted makes me the same as her kids. Like I’m not really my dad’s kid either.
2 - She got rid of my cat
1st thing that happened after my stupid stepmom moved in is we had to give my cat away because she was allergic.
Then she used it as an excuse to get rid of a bunch of the furniture, carpet and redecorate because she said there’s cat hair everywhere. The whole house changed & all my mom’s things are gone.
3 - Her son never gets punished when he destroys my things & steals from me
Her son is the biggest brat I’ve ever met. He’s a lazy fatass who steals, lies and bullies kids at school. He got suspended last year at school for bullying.
He goes through my room and steals my stuff . He was constantly taking money from me so I never keep money in my room anymore. When he’s bored he destroys my things for fun. He stole my mp3 player, erased all the songs on it and replace them with Justin Bieber. I told my dad but my stepmom yelled at me for tattling like I’m in kindergarten.
My stepbrother is special so he never gets into trouble. He could kill somebody & his mom would want me sent to jail.
4 - Every Christmas we go to her mom’s house
For the past two years we spent Christmas Eve, Christmas Day & the day after Christmas at my stepmom’s mom’s house. No one cares that I’m miserable. All she cares is that her & her kids are happy.
I’m refusing to go this year so I can go to my grandma’s & I bet my stepmom couldn’t be happier. She got rid of me.
5 - She thinks everything I do is wrong always is criticizing me
Her way is the right way. Everything else is wrong. She nitpicks everything I do & gets all bent out of shape over stupid stuff like folding towels. It’s like as soon as I walk in the room there’s a non-stop criticizing of me & everything wrong with me.
She makes it so I can’t stand being anywhere near her. I hate going home. I hate my dad for not standing up for me. I will never forgive him.