Welcome back ladies and gentlemen of the internet. The world is a strange and unusual place. It's had civilization wondering about its origins, meanings, and philosophies since the beginning of time. Where did we come from? Why are we here? Is there an answer to these questions, or just eternal ponderings? There's a lot of hustle and bustle, and it can be distracting once you're in the rat race of life. None of this has to do specifically with family relations, stepmothers, or the story below, but I wanted to go on an existential musing anyway.

Stepmothers have a reputation for a reason. They seem to always act a bit possessive, overbearing maybe, as if they want to be the "mother" to their stepdaughter or stepson. This usually comes at a price for their relationship to their stepchildren, because no one likes to be forced into an unrequited relationship.

The story below is about a stepmother and her stepdaughter. The protagonist lost her mom many years ago, but even at 18-years-old she still thinks of her bio mom as her "mother," and not her stepmother. Read the full story below for all the juicy details.