Story 12

I am a stepmother, and the child turns only to me with all his personal problems. It’s sad. I’m teaching his dad to talk to him, too.
On the other hand, I understand that it’s easier for me: I can see the situation from the outside, and have less responsibility, so it’s easier to find a common language when you are not responsible for the child 24/7. But it’s still sad.

Story 13

My parents divorced when I was 14, but they remained friends, no drama. I was old enough to understand everything, and together we decided who I would live with. Mom moved in with another man after a while. I stayed with my dad, now we live together with my stepmom.

I like everything, my stepmom is a great woman. We communicate well with my mom, she comes often, helps me with money, buys me clothes. Her man’s not bad either.
It’s so annoying when other people start saying about my mom, “What kind of mother is she? How could she leave her own kid?” And I have a wonderful life, I have a good relationship with my parents. But other people, of course, know better. Chamber 6 / VK

Story 14

My family is not like the others. I have 2 moms and 2 dads. The thing is that my parents divorced when I was 13 years old. They separated peacefully, they just realized that they didn’t love each other anymore and didn’t want to suffer. After the divorce, each of them met their significant other.

The second marriage worked out well for both parents. At the same time, the stepmother and stepfather treat me with love and care, as well as my parents. And I know for a fact that I can turn with my problems to each of my “parents.”

Now I am a mother myself, and I am very grateful that they created such a warm family atmosphere despite all the difficulties. © Not everyone will understand / VK

Story 15

When my mom remarried, I hated my stepdad, Mark. He was strict, distant, and never smiled. I thought he didn’t want me around. One day, while organizing old family boxes, I found letters from years ago. To my shock, they revealed Mark had secretly paid for my school, my sports, even some of my medical bills — long before he married my mom. When I asked him why, he simply said, “I’ve loved you like my own long before I had the chance to be your family.” In that moment, I realized he already was.