My Stepfather Forced My Mom to Clean and Shovel Snow with a Broken Leg – So I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson!

I met him briefly during my senior year. He wasn’t particularly charming, but he wasn’t cruel either. He smiled too much, spoke too loudly, and steered every conversation back to himself. Yet nothing about him felt alarming. He held doors, complimented my mom, and shook my hand as if to convince me he was a “good guy.”

My mom looked hopeful around him, and that was enough for me to want it to work.

They married a few months after I moved away. I didn’t love how fast it happened, but life was noisy—classes, internships, work, my own apartment, my own stress. I reminded myself my mom was an adult. If she was happy, that was enough.

For a while, it seemed fine.

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