My Stepmom Treated Me Like I Didn’t Exist — Until I Learned the Heartbreaking Truth Behind Her Coldness
My stepmom treated her son like royalty and me like I was part of the background décor—present, but not important enough to notice. She hovered over him, anticipating every need before he could speak it, while I learned to make myself small in the corners of my own home. Birthdays, school plays, scraped knees—he got…