My Stepmom Smashed My Late Mom’s Treasured Crystal Set to Pieces – She Had No Idea She Was the One Being Tricked

“One day, Jenny,” she’d say, “these will be yours for something special. Only bring them out for moments that matter, okay, sweetheart?”

That special day finally came. My engagement to Michael brought pure joy. But it also brought Sandra into sharp focus. My stepmother had married Dad five years after Mom passed. She never let me forget she was the new woman of the house.

From day one, it felt like she was competing with a ghost. I could never say my mom’s name without Sandra making a face, like she’d tasted sour milk. She never hid how threatened she felt by my mom’s memory.

I ignored her for the most part. I mean, what was the point? But the minute I got engaged, it was like she turned up the heat.

First came the jabs.

“Are you going to walk down the aisle alone, or will you drag your mother’s urn along?”

Then came the demands.

She stood in our kitchen one Tuesday morning, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes held that familiar fire.

“You’ll wear my wedding  dress,” she announced. No question. No warning. Just an order.

I laughed. “You’re joking, right?”

“Do I look like I’m joking, girl? I’m your father’s wife now. Wearing my dress honors me.”

My stomach dropped. She was four sizes bigger than me. More importantly, I’d rather wear burlap than her dress.

“I already bought my dress, Sandra.”

Her face darkened. “We’ll see about that.”

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