My Stepdaughter Said I’m Not Her Real Mother, So I Gave Her Something to Chew On

Now, I don’t know how to fix this.

The house feels colder these days. She avoids me. I avoid her. Meals are quiet, strained. Every time I pass her room, I want to knock—but pride holds me back.

I keep telling myself I was right to be hurt. But deep down, I know she was right too. I did try to be her mother—because I loved her.

Now she’s not talking to me. My husband barely speaks to me either. He says she might not come back after this trip. And I can’t escape the feeling that I’m the one to blame.

I just don’t know how to make this okay.

Source: brightside.m