Story 8

My parents divorced when I was 10 years old. My mom moved to another country for work and left me with my dad. And then my dad married again.
His new wife was 14 years younger than him, and I thought she was a gold digger. I didn’t like my stepmother and didn’t treat her well. Until one day she rescued me from a fire, even though she was badly injured.
After that incident, she became the best mom in the world to me. My own mom judged me, but she saw me once or twice a year. My stepmom, on the other hand, became a real mom to me. This life lesson taught me not to judge people at first sight.

Story 9

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 10

My father was a very influential man. He was strict not only at work, but also with his family and loved ones. When I was 3 years old, my mom decided to leave him. So my father said he would never give me to her.

Mom accepted this and left. She called me once a week, sent me presents. But after that I only saw her when I was 18, when she came to “meet” me. That’s when I learned the story. My mom expected me to feel sorry for her, but I couldn’t.

Because I already had a mom. Or rather, a stepmother. She too, after a couple of years of marriage, wanted to leave my father. And my dad strictly forbade her to even come near me if she left. She had no rights over me, but she decided to stay for me.

My stepmother became the most affectionate, kind, gentle mom in the world. We communicated a lot, went out and played together. She always tried to protect me, to take any blame. But I knew that she and my father even slept in different rooms.

When I turned 18, she divorced my dad, and we moved into her one-bedroom flat together. And we are happy. So I can’t feel sorry for my biological mother, who chose her own life over mine.

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