My mom died when I was seventeen years old. My dad remarried when I was twenty-one. I had my reservations about the woman he married but I didn’t make it known in any way. Immediately she entered the house, she started making me feel like I was a secondhand citizen in my own father’s house.
She tried to give me the hardest job and escalated my little mistakes as if they were the worst mistakes ever made. At that time my dad had a voice so whenever she reported me to him and I explained my part of the story, my dad understood me.
He always asked me to respect the woman as my mom and I did my best to do that. But no matter how hard I tried, this woman didn’t see eye to……Read Full Story Here.……………
