The New Wife
The new wife had always imagined a picture-perfect wedding, and marrying the man she loved seemed to bring that dream to life.
The ceremony unfolded on a breathtaking California beach, with golden sunlight reflecting off the water and soft waves crashing as they exchanged vows.
Excited to begin this new chapter, she embraced her role as both wife and stepmother to his teenage daughter. However, she quickly realized that this new life would come with unexpected challenges and changes.
Close-knit Family
Lisa Dempsey, 48, had always longed for the warmth of a close-knit family. When she married 52-year-old Jason Strathaven, she believed her dream was finally coming true.
With the marriage, Lisa gained a stepdaughter, Erica, 16. Though Lisa had always wanted children, she welcomed Erica with open arms, hoping to build a strong bond.
Determined to be the best stepmom, Lisa put her heart into creating a welcoming environment for Erica. However, her efforts began to feel overwhelming, as Erica was not ready to embrace the relationship.
Committed To Building
Lisa was committed to building a loving, peaceful home for her new family. Despite her busy job as a medical receptionist, she prioritized quality time with her loved ones.
She carefully planned meals she hoped Erica would enjoy, organized the house to feel welcoming, and sought out activities they could bond over.
However, Erica’s response was far from what Lisa expected. Right from the start, she remained distant and unresponsive, her disregard for Lisa evident in her cold demeanor.
Effort To Connect
From the start, Lisa made every effort to connect with Erica. She cooked Erica’s favorite dishes, organized enjoyable activities, and lent a compassionate ear to her teenage struggles.
Despite Lisa’s attempts, Erica kept her distance, responding with coldness and indifference. Lisa couldn’t help but notice Erica’s rebellious behavior, which seemed to surface whenever they were alone.
Jason, caught up in his freelance accounting work, believed his daughter was well-behaved and harmless. Unaware of Erica’s antics, he remained convinced that she was a perfect little princess, never suspecting her ability to cover up her mischief.
One Saturday Morning
“Good morning, Erica,” Lisa said brightly one Sunday morning, setting a delicious breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and fresh fruit on the table.
Erica barely acknowledged her, walking straight out the door. The meal, perfectly prepared with care, remained untouched, a quiet reminder of Lisa’s unappreciated effort.
Lisa initially attributed her daughter’s behavior to typical teenage moodiness, continuing to reach out in hope that things would improve. But as time passed, Erica’s hostility grew. She refused to eat any of Lisa’s meals, leaving plates full. She began making messes intentionally spilling drinks and scattering books as if to make her discontent known.
Remaining Patient
Lisa remained patient, consistently treating Erica with kindness each day. Despite the challenges, she hoped that the weekend would offer a chance for them to bond.
That evening, Lisa eagerly prepared a special meal for Erica. “I made your favorite spaghetti carbonara,” she said, placing the steaming plate on the table, hoping it would bring them closer.
However, Erica’s response was cold. She glanced at the plate with distaste and muttered, “I don’t eat that anymore,” before pushing it aside and retreating to her room.
The Familiar Sting
Lisa watched Erica walk away with a sigh, the familiar sting of rejection settling in. It wasn’t the first time her cooking had been dismissed it had become an almost daily occurrence.
Each meal Lisa made seemed to meet the same response: a polite refusal. Erica’s diet, it seemed, consisted solely of fruit, a habit that left Lisa worried about her health.
Despite the constant setbacks, Lisa held onto hope, convinced that her patience and kindness would eventually change Erica’s mind. But soon, she’d realize how mistaken that belief was.
The Following Saturday
The following Saturday, Lisa set out to clean the mess Erica had left in the living room. With only weekends to spare, it was the perfect time to tackle the chaos.
Soda cans, crumpled papers, and snack wrappers were scattered everywhere, a clear sign of Erica’s lack of concern for tidiness.
As Lisa worked, she spotted Erica in the doorway, arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips. Lisa braced herself for the inevitable confrontation but was prepared to face whatever Erica had to say.
The Defiant Teenager
Erica, the defiant teenager, showed no interest in helping her stepmother. “Why bother cleaning up? I’ll just make it worse later,” she muttered, dismissing the idea entirely.
Lisa, maintaining a calm tone, responded, “Because I want our home to feel welcoming for everyone. It’s important to keep things tidy, especially in shared spaces.”
Despite her efforts, Erica simply rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving Lisa feeling helpless. Though she had always been great with children, Erica seemed like an enigma she couldn’t understand. As the days passed, the gap between them only widened, leaving Lisa with a heavy heart.
Walking Into The Kitchen
When Jason walked into the kitchen that evening, he found Lisa sitting at the table, her face hidden in her hands. He approached quietly and placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch tender.
Lisa broke down in tears at his touch, feeling the weight of her emotions. She didn’t want to cause any tension between him and his daughter.
Jason, still carrying his work stress, knelt beside her, his concern deepening. “What’s going on?” he asked softly, not prepared for the difficult truth she was about to share.
Enough Is Enough
Lisa looked at her husband with tears in her eyes, “I didn’t want to do this, but I can’t take it anymore,” she cried.
“Jason, I need to talk to you,” Lisa said that evening, trying to keep her voice steady. “Erica’s behavior is getting out of hand.”
“It’s Erica’s fault,” Lisa replied, lifting her head to look at him. “No matter what I do, she just… she hates me.” Would her husband take her side?
Overreacting
Jason looked up from his laptop, a frown on his face. “What do you mean? She’s just a teenager. Give her some time.”
“She’s not eating anything I cook and is constantly messing up the house on purpose. It’s more than just typical teenage behavior,” Lisa insisted.
“Lisa, you’re overreacting,” Jason said dismissively. “She’s adjusting to a new family situation. Cut her some slack.” But the naïve father didn’t know how wrong he was.
A Troubled Teen
Lisa felt a wave of frustration wash over her. She loved Jason deeply, but his refusal to acknowledge Erica’s disrespect was exasperating. She decided to handle the situation herself.
Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair. “She’s been through a lot, Lisa. Losing her mom and then me remarrying… It’s a lot for her to handle. Just give her time.”
Lisa nodded, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of helplessness. She wanted so desperately to connect with Erica, to be the mother figure she needed, but Erica’s resistance was wearing her down.
Making Friends
One afternoon, while Jason was at work, Lisa decided to try a different approach. She knew Erica loved music, so she dug out her old guitar and began playing some of Erica’s favorite songs.
Lisa used to play guitar when she was in high school and thought it would be nice to share that hobby with her. She sang softly, hoping the music would bridge the gap between them.
After a few minutes, Lisa really started getting into it and sang louder, she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. She knew that her plan worked. Erica was interested.
Loosening Up
Lisa continued to play the notes with precision. She hardly made any mistakes. It was an old country song most families played at barbecues.
Erica appeared at the doorway, her expression unreadable. She stood there for a moment before speaking. “You play pretty well… for an old person,” she said, her voice lacking the usual venom.
Lisa looked up and smiled at her. She didn’t say anything but motioned for her to join her on the floor. She looked toward the tambourine lying in the box.
Give It A Try
Lisa smiled. “Thanks, Erica. Would you like to play something together?” She nudged the box forward.
Erica hesitated but then shook her head. “No, I’ve got stuff to do.” She idled at the doorway as though she was confused.
Lisa tried to persuade her and even offered her the guitar to try. But something changed in the girl’s mood and she just wasn’t interested anymore. Lisa was losing her.
No Chance
The small glimmer of connection faded as quickly as it had appeared. Lisa felt the familiar sting of rejection but tried to stay optimistic. At least Erica had acknowledged her presence.
The sullen teenager went back to her bedroom and shut the door. Lisa finished the song on a sad note. She sat on the floor for some time.
A part of her thought that Erica would come back. But she heard nothing but silence coming from her room.
Making A Mess
That night, Lisa heard strange noises coming from the kitchen. She got out of bed and quietly made her way downstairs.
There, she found Erica dumping flour and sugar all over the countertops and floor. It looked like she was trying to bake on her own.
“Erica, what are you doing?” Lisa exclaimed, shocked. Erica turned to face her, defiance burning in her eyes. “I’m making a mess, just like I said I would.”
She Lashes Out
The exhausted stepmother wasn’t in the mood for midnight cleaning but started cleaning up Erica’s mess.
As she wiped the flour from the floor, she shook her head in disbelief. Lisa took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. “Why, Erica? Why do you keep doing this?”
“Because you’re not my mom, and you never will be!” Erica shouted, tears welling up in her eyes before she ran out of the kitchen.
Giving Up Hope
Lisa stood there, staring at the mess, her heart aching. She knew Erica was in pain, but she didn’t know how to reach her.
She spent the rest of the night cleaning up, wondering how much more of this she could take. Jason was sleeping soundly; she didn’t want to bother him.
Erica’s behavior was getting out of control. She was making living at home uncomfortable and now even wasting her groceries. She had enough of her.
A Tyrant Teenager
Over the next few days, Erica’s behavior worsened. She started skipping school, coming home late, and ignoring both Lisa and Jason.
Lisa tried to talk to Jason about it, but he was often too tired from work to fully grasp the situation.
He told Lisa that’s part of why he married her. “Erica needed a mother, and I thought you’d be able to help her,” he said while working on his laptop.
He Doesn’t Know Her
Lisa was annoyed at her heartless husband’s comment. But she knew that he was a strict man, it was what she liked about him.
The worried stepmother showed him a website. “Maybe we should see a family therapist,” Lisa suggested one evening.
Jason nodded. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I’ll look into it.” The concerned parents researched a few child psychologists and therapists. Hopefully, this was the answer they needed.
Seeking Help
Lisa was hopeful that a professional would be able to get through to Erica. But the appointment never got made.
Life continued in its uneasy pattern, with Lisa walking on eggshells around Erica. In fact, she was getting worse.
It was hard for Lisa to help her because she would always shout and scream in public. She had a bad habit of making her look like a bad person, and Lisa started to avoid her. But it wouldn’t be long before trouble reared its ugly head again.
Arguments Erupt
The arguments in the house began to erupt more frequently. Erica would provoke Lisa over the smallest issues, like the way the laundry was done or the shows they watched on TV.
One evening, Erica stormed into the living room, throwing her school bag on the floor. “Why do you always touch my stuff?” she yelled at Lisa, who had simply moved Erica’s bag to the side to vacuum.
“I’m just trying to clean, Erica. You left it in the middle of the floor,” Lisa replied calmly, but her patience was wearing thin.
Taking Sides
Jason walked into the scene just as Erica’s shouting grew louder. “What’s going on here?” he asked, looking between his wife and daughter.
“Lisa’s always messing with my things! She has no right!” Erica screamed, tears streaming down her face.
“Jason, I was just cleaning. Her bag was in the way,” Lisa tried to explain, but Jason’s face hardened.
“Lisa, maybe you should leave Erica’s things alone. She’s under a lot of stress with school and everything,” he said, taking Erica’s side once again. Lisa felt a pang of betrayal.
Feeling Isolated
Lisa felt increasingly isolated as Jason continued to side with Erica in every argument. No matter how reasonable her actions were, Jason always found a way to excuse Erica’s behavior.
One night, after another heated argument over dinner, Lisa turned to Jason, tears in her eyes. “Why can’t you see what’s happening, Jason? She’s doing this on purpose to push me away.”
Jason sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Lisa, she’s just acting out. Teenagers do that. You need to be more patient.”
Drastic Measures
Frustrated and heartbroken, Lisa decided it was time to take drastic measures. She started secretly recording Erica’s behavior, hoping that if Jason saw the pattern, he would understand her struggles. However, Erica was onto her.
Every mess, every cruel word, and every act of defiance was carefully noted. She also started setting boundaries, refusing to clean up after Erica and insisting that she take responsibility for her actions.
But Erica was quick to retaliate. She started leaving even bigger messes and making even more noise, testing Lisa’s patience to the limit.
Breaking Point
One particularly tense evening, the atmosphere in the house was thick with unspoken words and simmering resentment. Lisa sat in the living room, typing out an email on her phone, when Erica stormed in, looking for a fight.
“Why do you always have to be here?” Erica shouted, her eyes blazing with anger. “Can’t you just leave me alone for once?”
Lisa looked up, trying to stay calm. “Erica, I’m just sitting here. I’m not bothering you.”
“You’re always in my space! And stop recording me!” Erica screamed, grabbing Lisa’s phone from her hands and hurling it across the room. The device hit the wall and shattered, pieces scattering across the floor.
Evidence Lost
Lisa gasped, staring at the broken phone. All the documentation she had been meticulously keeping—photos of the messes, notes on Erica’s behavior—was stored on that phone. Her heart sank as she realized that her evidence was lost.
Jason rushed into the room, drawn by the sound of the crash. “What’s going on here?” he demanded, looking between Lisa and Erica.
“She threw my phone!” Lisa exclaimed, pointing at the broken pieces on the floor. “All my notes and photos of her behavior are gone!”
Jason looked at Erica, who stood defiantly with her arms crossed. “Is this true, Erica?” he asked, his voice hard.
Denial and Deflection
Erica’s expression shifted to one of feigned innocence. “It was an accident,” she said, her tone unconvincing. “I didn’t mean to throw it that hard. I just wanted to get her attention.”
“An accident?” Lisa repeated, incredulous. “You did it on purpose because you knew what was on that phone!”
“Lisa, calm down,” Jason said, trying to diffuse the situation. “Erica, you need to apologize. This behavior is unacceptable.”
“I’m sorry,” Erica mumbled, though her eyes flashed with resentment. Lisa knew the apology was insincere, but she was too exhausted to argue further.
A New Approach
That night, Lisa sat at the kitchen table, feeling defeated. She had put so much effort into documenting Erica’s behavior, hoping it would help Jason see the truth. Now, all of that was gone.
Jason joined her, his expression troubled. “I’m sorry about your phone, Lisa. I’ll get you a new one. But we need to find a better way to handle this. The therapist suggested focusing on positive reinforcement, remember?”
Lisa nodded, though she felt a pang of doubt. “I just don’t know if it’s going to work, Jason. Erica seems to hate me more every day.”
Positive Reinforcement
Determined to try the therapist’s advice, Lisa decided to focus on positive reinforcement. She started small, praising Erica for any positive behavior she could find, even if it was just a polite response or a small act of cooperation.
“Thank you for taking your plate to the sink, Erica,” Lisa said one evening, hoping to encourage more helpful behavior.
Erica shrugged, not looking at her. “Whatever,” she muttered, but Lisa thought she saw a flicker of surprise in her eyes. Would this be the glimmer of hope that she was hoping for? Would it last?
A Glimmer of Hope?
The positive reinforcement strategy didn’t yield immediate results, but slowly, Lisa began to notice small changes. Erica’s outbursts became less frequent, and she even started to help out around the house occasionally, though always with a sullen attitude.
Jason supported Lisa’s efforts, making sure to acknowledge Erica’s good behavior as well. “Thanks for helping with the groceries, Erica,” he said one afternoon. “We appreciate it.”
Erica shrugged again, but Lisa thought she saw a hint of a smile. Was Lisa right, or was it all an act?
Everything Falls Apart Again
Just when it seemed like things were starting to improve, Lisa began to notice that Erica’s good behavior was only a façade.
The small acts of cooperation were strategic, designed to lull Lisa and Jason into a false sense of security.
One evening, Lisa found her meticulously cleaned kitchen trashed. Flour, sugar, and dirty dishes were scattered everywhere. Erica stood in the middle of the chaos, smirking. “You really thought I was changing, didn’t you?” she sneered. “You don’t know anything about me.”
Confrontation
Lisa felt a wave of anger and frustration. “Erica, why are you doing this? We were making progress!” she exclaimed, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Progress?” Erica laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. “I’m not interested in being part of your perfect little family. You’re not my mother, and you never will be.”
“It’s all an act,” Erica said coldly. “I was just pretending to be nice to get you both off my back. But I’m done with that now.”
Breaking Point
The tension in the house reached a breaking point. Erica’s defiance and hostility grew worse, and no amount of therapy or positive reinforcement seemed to make a difference.
Lisa felt like she was constantly walking on eggshells, never knowing when the next explosion would come.
One night, after another explosive argument, Lisa sat down with Jason, her face etched with worry. “Jason, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Erica’s behavior is tearing us apart.”
At Her Wit’s End
Lisa was at her wit’s end at this point. She felt helpless. She felt like there was nothing else she could do to appease Erica.
Her stepdaughter had already made up her mind that she was going to make Lisa’s life a living hell.
All Lisa wanted was peace in the household and she certainly wasn’t getting that from Erica. It was a nightmare living with her.
Torn
And worst of all was that Jason didn’t know who to believe. He seemed to be torn between his wife and his daughter.
He wanted to believe both of them, but he didn’t have in his heart to disappoint one or the other. He was at a crossroads.
The tension between his wife and his daughter was affecting his work and giving him sleepless nights. But the worst was yet to come.
Tearing Us Apart
One morning, Lisa found the family photo album shredded into pieces on the living room floor. Photos of their wedding, family holidays, and precious moments were destroyed.
The sad woman gathered up the remnants of her memories. “Erica, why would you do this?” Lisa cried, holding the torn photos in her hands.
Erica shrugged. “I told you; I don’t want you here.” She kicked the photo album and walked back up to her room and locked the door.
The Bigger Person
Lisa felt a mixture of anger and sadness. She had tried everything she could think of, but nothing seemed to work.
She knew that she had to take things to the next level with her stepdaughter. She needed to be disciplined.
That night, she sat in her bedroom, tears streaming down her face. Jason found her there and wrapped his arms around her. She knew she had to tell him what his daughter did.
Talk To Me
Lisa showed him the shredded photos of their wedding. “I don’t know what to do, Jason,” she whispered. “How do I make her see that I care?”
Jason was surprised that Erica went so far. He kissed her forehead. “We’ll figure it out, Lisa. Somehow, we’ll figure it out.”
But Lisa couldn’t shake the feeling of hopelessness. She had never encountered a situation she couldn’t handle before. Erica’s constant rebellion was breaking her spirit.
One On One
The next day, she decided to confront Erica directly. “Erica, we need to talk,” Lisa said, finding her in the living room.
Erica looked up from her phone. “About what?” “About us. This can’t go on like this. I know you’re hurting, but we need to find a way to coexist.”
Erica snorted. “Good luck with that.” “Erica, please,” Lisa pleaded. “I want to help you. I want us to be a family.” But would the stubborn teen act nice?
A Spiteful Conversation
Erica’s expression softened for a moment, but then she hardened again. “You’ll never be part of my family,” she said, her voice cold.
Finally, Lisa told Erica how much money she spent on her and the house, and that she actually contributed more than her own father. But Erica didn’t care.
Lisa felt a tear roll down her cheek. She turned away, unable to bear the look of hatred in Erica’s eyes. She went to bed that night feeling more defeated than ever.
Asking Her School
The following week, Lisa decided to take a different approach. She reached out to Erica’s teachers, hoping to gain some insight into her behavior.
What she learned surprised her. Erica was a bright student, but her grades had been slipping since her mother passed away. She was withdrawn and didn’t participate in class activities.
Apparently, her peers had noticed a bad change in her as well. “Erica is going through a lot,” one of the teachers said. “She needs support and understanding.”
Stop Trying
Lisa took the advice to heart. She started leaving little notes of encouragement for Erica, hoping to break through her tough exterior.
“Have a great day!” “You’re stronger than you think.” “I believe in you.” Each note was met with silence, but Lisa persisted.
But her efforts were all in vain. Erica was as cold as stone. One day, she found a note on her pillow. “Stop trying so hard. It won’t work.” She was ready to give up.
A Worried Father
Lisa sat down, holding the note, feeling a mix of frustration and sorrow. She had hoped for a breakthrough, but it seemed she was only pushing Erica further away.
That evening, she confronted Jason again. “We need to do something, Jason. She’s spiraling.” She told him what her teachers and friends said about her.
Jason sighed. “I know, Lisa. I’ll talk to her.” But he didn’t know what to do to control his moody teenager. It seemed as though she was past the point of help.
Thinking Of You
It was Erica’s mother’s four-year memorial service. Jason organized a small get-together with her grandparents and some of her mother Rebecca’s old work friends.
Jason tried to get his daughter to say a few nice words about their mother. But Erica refused to talk. She locked herself in her room, blasting music to drown out the world.
Lisa stood outside the door, feeling helpless. She wanted so much to reach her, to make her understand that she was loved. But she knew that she was nobody to Erica.
What Did I Do To You
One rainy evening, Lisa found Erica sitting on the porch, staring at the stormy sky. She sat down next to her, not saying anything at first. They watched the rain together in silence.
For the first time, Erica didn’t run away when Lisa came close. “Why do you hate me so much?” Lisa finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Erica didn’t look at her. “Because you’re trying to replace my mom. And you can’t.” The distraught teenager started crying in front of her.
I Will Never Be Her
Lisa couldn’t hold back her tears and started crying too. “I’m not trying to replace her,” Lisa said softly. “I could never do that. But I do want to be here for you.”
Erica’s eyes filled with tears. “I miss her so much,” she said, her voice breaking. Lisa put her arms around the crying girl.
For the first time in ages, they were touching, holding. Lisa felt like her guardian, her career, for the first time in two years.
The Last Straw
After their touching moment on the porch, Lisa thought that she had finally gotten through to her stubborn teen.
That night at dinner, Erica sat with a scowl, picking at her food. Lisa watched her closely, hoping for a change. But Erica suddenly picked up her plate and dumped the food on the floor for the dog to eat.
Their chubby labrador happily ate the cheesy lasagna. “Erica!” Lisa exclaimed, unable to contain her anger. “That is completely unacceptable!”
Childish Behavior
Lisa immediately started cleaning up the mess. Erica stared at her defiantly. “I don’t care. Your food is disgusting.”
“That’s it,” Lisa said, her voice shaking with fury. “You are not allowed to eat dinner at this table anymore until you learn some respect.”
She actually took the bowls back to the kitchen just to prove a point. Erica was surprised that she stood up to her. She stared at her, unsure of what to do.
Hidden Eyes
Erica stormed off, slamming the door behind her. Lisa sat down, trembling with anger and frustration. She didn’t notice the small hidden camera blinking in the corner of the room.
Unbeknownst to her, Jason had installed the camera a few weeks ago, hoping to understand what was going wrong in their household.
He had been watching the scene unfold from his study. Now, he felt a mixture of confusion and concern. He had no idea that he had raised a delinquent daughter.
He Saw Them
Jason, who had been watching from a hidden camera he had installed for security purposes, saw the entire scene unfold. He had always believed Lisa was exaggerating about Erica’s behavior. Now, he wasn’t so sure.
Erica stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her. Lisa sank into a chair, her hands shaking. She had tried so hard, and it seemed to be all for nothing.
When Jason returned later that night, he approached Lisa, his expression conflicted. He had no idea what to expect from the woman in his life anymore.
Jason Says
Later that night, Jason approached Lisa. “Lisa, I saw what happened at dinner.” Lisa sighed, tears welling in her eyes. “I’ve tried, Jason. I really have. But she just hates me.”
Jason tried to comfort his wife. “It’s not your fault,” he said softly. “I didn’t know it was this bad.” Lisa looked at him, her eyes weary. “And?” “And I should have done something sooner,” Jason admitted. “I thought you were just being too hard on her.”
“She’s been testing me since day one, Jason. I try so hard to make her feel welcome, but she just won’t have it,” Lisa said, tears brimming in her eyes. Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I need to talk to her. This can’t go on.”
A Concerned Parent
The next morning, Jason knocked on Erica’s bedroom door. “Can we talk?” There was no answer so Jason just opened the door. His daughter was sitting at her dressing table, admiring herself.
Erica shrugged. “What’s there to talk about?” Jason was already annoyed. “Your behavior towards Lisa. It’s unacceptable,” Jason said firmly.
The rude teenager tried to push her father out of her room. “She’s not my mom,” Erica snapped. Things were starting to get physical.
Make An Effort
The annoyed father stood his ground. “No, she’s not,” Jason agreed. “But she is my wife and your stepmother. And you need to show her respect.”
Erica glared at him, but Jason didn’t back down. “We’re a family now, Erica. We need to find a way to make this work.”
Erica’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, but she remained silent. She made an excuse that she had to get ready for school and left the house without talking to her parents.
Say Sorry
The next evening, Jason made sure he was home for dinner. As Erica came down the stairs, he called her over. “Erica, we need to talk.” Erica rolled her eyes but complied. “What is it?”
“You need to apologize to Lisa for last night,” Jason said, his tone serious. “I’m not apologizing for anything,” Erica snapped. “Then you can go back to your room and stay there until you decide to be respectful,” Jason said, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Erica glared at him, then turned on her heel and marched back upstairs. Jason sighed, rubbing his temples. “This is harder than I thought,” he admitted.
Grow Up
After dinner, Jason went up to Erica’s room. He knocked softly before entering. Erica was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. “Can we talk?” Jason asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. “There’s nothing to talk about,” Erica muttered.
“Why are you doing this, Erica? Lisa has done nothing but try to make you feel welcome,” Jason said, his voice gentle but firm. “She’s not my mom,” Erica said, her voice breaking. “She’ll never be my mom.”
“No, she’s not,” Jason agreed. “But she’s a good person who cares about you. Can’t you give her a chance?”
You Have To Change
Erica didn’t respond, tears silently streaming down her face. Jason sighed and stood up. “Think about it, okay? We’re a family now, and we need to support each other.”
As Jason left the room, Erica’s resolve began to crack. She didn’t want to admit it, but a part of her knew that her father was right.
Yet, the pain of losing her mother was still too raw, and the idea of accepting someone new felt like a betrayal. But she knew what she needed to do next.
Stepmother And Daughter
The next day, Lisa was in the kitchen when Erica came down. She hesitated in the doorway, watching Lisa prepare breakfast. “Can I help?” Erica asked softly.
Lisa looked up, surprised but pleased. “Of course,” she said, handing Erica a bowl. “We can make pancakes together.”
As they worked side by side, there was a tentative truce. The road ahead was still long and uncertain, but for the first time, there was a glimmer of hope. Erica might not be ready to fully accept Lisa yet, but perhaps, in time, they could find a way to become the family they both needed.
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