Mom Is A Monster: Don't Mess With Her When She's Mad

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“We called your mom, she said she forgot but she is on her way,” Mrs Turpin, the ballet teacher informed me.

“She’s not my mom,” a ten year old me mumbled under my breath as Mrs.Turpin walked away, “She’s my stepmom.”

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My mom and dad went through an awful divorce when I was eight years old. Living arrangements were in favour of my dad while I visited my mother every other weekend.

My dad and I had a great relationship until he came home one day when I was ten years old and said that he was married.

“You must be the little angel Andrew told me so much about,” Gloria said, batting her eyelashes at my dad. “I think we’ll be great friends.”

Gloria, who insisted that I call her mom, reminded me of a book I read, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. She was extremely mean when we were alone but when my father was around she was extremely nice.

“Dad, I don’t think Gloria likes me very much. I don’t like how she treats me,” I told my dad one afternoon while we were watching television.

Without moving his gaze from the television my dad replied, “Give Gloria time. She has never been with a guy who lives with his child before. This is new territory for her.”

“It really doesn’t take much to treat someone with common courtesies and basic human decency, Dad.”

When I told my mother, she was furious, not only with how Gloria was treating me but the fact that my dad did nothing about it. She tried to discuss the situation with my dad but he told her that she was just jealous because he had moved on and remarried.

One weekend before my mom dropped me back at my dad’s house she gave me a small gift.

“It’s not my birthday.” I shook the box.

“Well if you open it, you’ll find out what it is,” my mother smiled at me.

I ripped off the wrapper excitedly and held up a phone.

“Thanks mom!” I wrapped my arms around her neck.

“No, problem baby. Now you can call me anytime and we can talk.”

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