I married Tommy six years ago and became a stepmom to his twins, Jack and Lily. Over time, they called me “mom,” and we built a loving bond—until their biological mother, Maggie, returned.
At first, I encouraged their relationship, but soon they disrespected me, ignored rules, and called me “Carol” instead of Mom. Tommy stayed silent as they accused me of ruining their family. I tried to set boundaries, canceling a Disney trip as a wake-up call, but it backfired. Feeling unsupported, I packed my things and left.
When Maggie left again, the twins realized their mistake and begged me to return. I forgave them—but my heart had changed. I filed for divorce, prioritizing my self-respect and emotional well-being. Today, the kids visit often, and we’re rebuilding our bond, proving that love can survive even when marriage doesn’t.
