My Step Mother
In fairness she did try to be friendly and I faked a smile now and then. I just saw her as an interloper. In retrospect it was pretty petty of me. I didn’t see her as mother and so I didn’t, calling her by name when dad wasn’t around. He would have given a good kick up the arse if he knew how I felt. The fact he didn’t ask me was also a sore point. Things started to settle down and I just avoided any interaction. I was pretty sure she knew how I felt. There was a sort of cease-fire and that...