When I was a teenager, my mom used to scold and call me names all the time. I got used to it. My mom and dad didn’t live together; they both had other families.
My dad at that time also started to scold me for my grades, but my stepmother stood up for me and said, ‘Stop it! If you tell a person they’re a pig, they’ll sit down and squeak. She’s smart and talented.’ I cried. Many years have passed since then, and we are still close with my stepmother, while the relationship with my parents is still strained.” Overheard / Ideer

Story 6

I never got along with my stepmother. I was 13 when my dad met her. I didn’t accept her and pushed her away. When I was 19, I began to paint.
On my 20th birthday, she arranged a surprise: she gathered all my friends, relatives and acquaintances and organized an exhibition of my works in her gallery! I was delighted, and my heart began to melt. © Chamber 6 / VK

Story 7

When I was a teenager, my mom used to scold and call me names all the time. I got used to it. My mom and dad didn’t live together; they both had other families.
My dad at that time also started to scold me for my grades, but my stepmother stood up for me and said, “Stop it! If you tell a person they’re a pig, they’ll sit down and squeak. She’s smart and talented.”
I cried. Many years have passed since then, and we are still close with my stepmother, while the relationship with my parents is still strained.

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