I didn’t guilt him. I simply nodded, went to my room, and let the silence do what it does best — echo. On the wedding day, I stayed home, pretending to be busy, pretending not to imagine the ceremony.
But just when the loneliness felt unbearable, the front door opened. My husband walked in — with our two other stepkids behind him — holding flowers, my favorite pastries, and enough love to fill the whole room. He set everything down, looked at me with quiet anger and even quieter tenderness, and said, “If he excluded you, then we’re excluded too.
I broke. I cried into his chest like a child. Being a stepparent isn’t easy.
You give love without guarantees. You show up even when they forget you. But you love anyway — because that’s what makes it real, and sometimes, that love comes back from the people you least expected… yet needed the most.
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