So this idyllic and companionable relationship I’ve had with my 15-year-old stepdaughter the last six months while Dad was deployed? Weathering and cracking like unfinished wood since he returned.
Last Saturday, my husband and I returned home after a late-night groceries run. I was in the kitchen putting the last of the produce away when Sean came in and said, “A— is crying on her bed. She says you are over-controlling, but then when there’s things she wants you say you don’t have to because you’re the stepmom.”