Quando a filha de Sandra, Abigail, liga para ela, ela ouve tudo sobre como a situação de vida de Abby está deixando-a tudo, menos feliz. Então, ela decide entrar no modo mãe e salvar o dia para sua filha e suas amigas.
Nunca vou esquecer o dia em que minha filha, Abigail, me ligou. A voz da pobre garota tremia de frustração.
Uma mulher segurando seu telefone | Fonte: Midjourney
“Mãe, é um pesadelo. Tudo isso é só um pesadelo!” ela exclamou.
“O que está acontecendo?”, perguntei, de repente cedendo ao instinto materno. “Conte-me tudo e fale devagar, querida.”
Uma jovem mulher ao telefone | Fonte: Midjourney
“Minhas colegas de quarto!” ela gritou. “Os namorados delas são mais do que ridículos. Você quer saber o que elas fizeram ontem? Os namorados delas pararam minha carga de roupa para lavar, tiraram todas as minhas roupas, jogaram a bagunça molhada no chão e começaram a lavar a própria carga delas!”
“O quê?” exclamei, minha raiva aumentando.
Uma cesta com roupa para lavar | Fonte: Midjourney
“E tem mais, é claro”, ela disse. “Eles comem nossa comida e deixam pratos sujos em todo lugar. E você sabe o quão frio tem estado ultimamente? Bem, adivinha quem tem tomado banho frio! Eles sempre usam toda a água quente. E para piorar, eles pararam de contribuir para o fundo de lanches compartilhados.”
“Oh, querida,” eu disse, tentando acalmá-la. “Sinto muito, mas nós vamos resolver isso.”
Louça suja | Fonte: Midjourney
Minha filha suspirou profundamente antes de murmurar seu adeus.
Eu sabia que tínhamos que ser inteligentes nessa situação. Havia muitas maneiras pelas quais as colegas de quarto de Abby, Ella e Danielle, poderiam tornar a vida dela ainda pior.
Um grupo de meninas | Fonte: Midjourney
Mas quando descobri que duas das meninas sentiam o mesmo em relação aos namorados, ficou mais fácil lidar com a situação horrível.
“Por favor, Sra. Landon,” Ella disse. “Apenas nos ajude a lidar com isso porque não podemos mais viver.”
Uma jovem chateada | Fonte: Midjourney
Sabendo que três das cinco colegas de quarto estavam na mesma página, eu sabia que só precisávamos lidar com Tess e Rachel, as duas meninas que trouxeram esses meninos para a vida da minha filha.
Confrontar essas meninas provavelmente levaria a mais drama e a um ambiente tóxico para Abby e suas amigas lidarem. Mas tínhamos que tentar. Eu sabia que não havia outra opção.
Uma mulher preocupada | Fonte: Midjourney
Felizmente, o contrato de locação da casa compartilhada de Abby estava chegando ao fim, pois o ano universitário também estava chegando ao fim. Rachel e Tess decidiram que celebrariam o fim indo acampar com seus namorados.
“É isso, mãe”, disse Abby. “Este é o momento em que podemos fazer o que for preciso. Eles vão embora na sexta-feira e só devem voltar no domingo à noite.”
Pessoas em um acampamento | Fonte: Midjourney
Enquanto eles estavam fora, Abby, Danielle, Ella e eu começamos a trabalhar.
“Certo, meninas”, eu disse, quando as conheci em um restaurante no começo da semana. “Vamos dar uma lição em suas colegas de quarto e seus namorados. Vocês não podem esperar viver nessas condições, e eu vou dar um fim nisso.”
O interior de um restaurante | Fonte: Midjourney
“Obrigada, Sra. Landon”, disse Ella. “Quando falei com meus pais sobre a situação, eles apenas me disseram para lidar com isso da melhor maneira que eu pudesse. Isso não ajudou em nada.”
“E meus pais me disseram para não dizer absolutamente nada!” Danielle entrou na conversa. “Eles disseram que melhoraria com o tempo.”
Uma pessoa sentada à mesa | Fonte: Midjourney
“Não, estou aqui agora e estou ouvindo vocês três”, eu disse enquanto nossos milkshakes chegavam. “Nós vamos consertar isso. Eu prometo a vocês.”
Quando os casais estavam fora, nós mudávamos todas as coisas deles para fora. Tudo, desde os móveis da sala de estar, pratos, talheres, utensílios de cozinha, recipientes de plástico, suprimentos de panificação e muito mais.
Caixas de papelão empilhadas | Fonte: Midjourney
“Infelizmente, a cortina do chuveiro pertence a Tess”, disse Abby, enquanto a removia. “Então ela também tem que ir embora.”
“E a vassoura e a pá de lixo mais novas”, Danielle entrou na conversa. “Elas ainda são novas porque Tess mal as usou.”
Uma pessoa usando uma vassoura e uma pá de lixo | Fonte: Pexels
“Bom,” eu disse, encorajando o comportamento deles. “O que for preciso ir, jogue em caixas.”
“Mãe, os dois não contribuem para nenhum suprimento doméstico compartilhado há meses”, disse Abby. “Você sabe, todos os detergentes e papel higiênico e tudo mais.”
Então, decidimos que, como Rachel e Tess não tinham contribuído, elas não tinham absolutamente nenhum direito aos suprimentos.
Detergentes em uma mesa | Fonte: Pexels
“Eu tenho um armário na garagem que tranca”, eu disse. “Ele pode funcionar bem em um banheiro ou até mesmo em uma copa. Vou trazê-lo e vamos usá-lo, ok?”
Voltei para casa e troquei de carro com meu marido, pegando a van para poder levar o armário de volta para as meninas.
Um close-up de um caminhão | Midjourney
Também embalamos todo o papel higiênico, toalhas de papel, detergentes para louça e sabão em pó.
“Quando você precisar dessas coisas,” eu disse, guardando o sabão em pó. “Você pode destrancá-lo e usá-lo no seu tempo.”
Um armário com detergentes e produtos de higiene pessoal | Fonte: Midjourney
Abby me disse que quando os casais retornaram, eles ficaram extremamente chocados.
“Você deveria ter visto a cara deles”, ela exclamou alegremente.
Acontece que quando eles viram tudo acabado, eles estavam perdendo a cabeça. E para piorar ainda mais as coisas (ou melhorar para nós), Rachel, Tess e seus namorados tiveram intoxicação alimentar na viagem e estavam se sentindo particularmente miseráveis.
Uma jovem mulher nada impressionada | Fonte: Midjourney
“Vou encaminhar todas as mensagens de texto deles para você, mãe”, disse Abby, rindo do outro lado da linha.
Momentos depois, meu telefone vibrou com mensagens mordazes.
Um close-up de um telefone | Fonte: Midjourney
Como você pôde fazer isso conosco? Nós voltamos de uma viagem, doentes e exaustos, apenas para descobrir que tudo se foi?
Onde estão nossos pertences?
Você colocou seus pertences no quintal?! Como pôde?
Uma caixa do lado de fora | Fonte: Midjourney
E vocês também levaram todos os itens domésticos compartilhados! O papel higiênico?! Estamos com intoxicação alimentar!
Eu ri sozinho enquanto minha filha me encaminhava essas mensagens.
A raiva e a confusão deles eram palpáveis por meio de suas mensagens. E eles exigiam saber por que não tinham sido avisados.
Uma mulher mais velha rindo | Fonte: Midjourney
Minha filha, agora calma e serena porque estava no controle da situação, respondeu calmamente:
Você estava acampando. Provavelmente você só não tinha sinal para receber nossas mensagens. Desculpe, não desculpe.
Nos dias que se seguiram, Tess e Rachel pareceram perceber a gravidade da situação. Sem Abigail, Ella e Danielle, elas realmente não tinham nada em casa.
Uma garota mandando mensagem | Fonte: Midjourney
Cada item que eles pegaram era essencial para seu estilo de vida diário.
Por fim, os aproveitadores não tiveram outra escolha a não ser fazer as malas com seus pertences mínimos e ir embora ainda mais cedo do que o planejado.
“Mãe, você nunca acreditaria”, Abby me disse quando nos encontramos para tomar café.
Um interior de uma cafeteria | Fonte: Midjourney
“O quê, querida?”, perguntei.
“As meninas foram morar com os namorados!”, ela disse, olhando o menu.
“De jeito nenhum!”, exclamei, imaginando como aqueles quatro iriam sobreviver sozinhos.
Uma garota sentada em uma cafeteria | Fonte: Midjourney
“Sim! Dani esbarrou com Tess no mercado outro dia e viu as quatro tentando fazer compras. Ela disse que Rachel e Tess pareciam exaustas e além de irritadas.”
“Bem feito para eles”, eu disse, adicionando uma colher de açúcar no meu café. “Eles precisavam provar o próprio remédio. Aqueles garotos provavelmente estão fazendo uma confusão em casa. E aquelas garotas estão finalmente abrindo os olhos para a realidade da situação.”
Um close-up de uma xícara de café | Fonte: Midjourney
“Eu só queria que eles saíssem das nossas vidas, mãe”, disse Abby. “Já era hora.”
“E quanto à renovação do contrato de locação?”, perguntei. Abby ainda tinha dois semestres antes da formatura.
“Nós vamos fazer isso”, ela disse, comendo sua fatia de bolo. “Os primos gêmeos da Dani estão ficando com os outros dois quartos, e eu os conheci, então sei que todos nós seremos uma boa combinação!”
Duas mulheres sorridentes | Fonte: Midjourney
Nosso plano funcionou perfeitamente, ensinando a Rachel e Tess uma dura lição sobre respeito e contribuição. Foi um delicioso momento de vingança, colocando-as de volta em seu lugar.
Mas o mais importante é que as meninas finalmente puderam ter sua casa de volta e aproveitar em paz, livres das colegas de quarto arrogantes e desrespeitosas que tornaram suas vidas miseráveis.
Uma mulher mais velha sorridente | Fonte: Midjourney
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Padrasto me entregou um recém-nascido para cuidar dele – Levei o maior susto da minha vida quando troquei a fralda do bebê
Quando o padrasto de Ellie aleatoriamente lhe dá um bebê recém-nascido para cuidar, ela não tem ideia de quem é o bebê ou de onde veio. Mas quando ela tem que trocar a fralda do bebê, Ellie encontra um nome e um endereço. Com o bebê a tiracolo, ela vai até o endereço para descobrir a verdade sobre a criança e seu padrasto.
Nunca imaginei que um cobertor pudesse revelar tanto, mas quando agarrei o tecido macio com um nome e endereço rabiscados na borda, meu mundo mergulhou em mais incerteza do que eu já havia experimentado antes.
Um pequeno pé sob um cobertor rosa | Fonte: Pexels
Até agora, minha vida tem sido uma série de surpresas — desde meu pai nos deixando quando eu tinha cerca de três anos até minha mãe se casar novamente com William, um homem de poucas palavras, mas de profunda gentileza que mudou minha vida.
Quando minha mãe morreu, o vazio deixado para trás foi outra coisa. Eu estava no meio do ensino médio e ainda navegando pela minha dor.
Flores em um caixão | Fonte: Unsplash
Mas meu padrasto me comprou cadernos para anotar meus sentimentos e sentou-se comigo em silêncio enquanto ouvíamos músicas que ambos amávamos.
Com isso, nós dois nos curamos.
Cadernos e canetas | Fonte: Pexels
“Iremos ao túmulo da mamãe toda semana, Ellie”, ele me prometeu um dia, enquanto comíamos macarrão na sala de estar enquanto assistíamos TV.
“Eu não tinha muito antes de conhecer sua mãe, mas então eu ganhei você, e tudo mudou. Eu me tornei pai.”
Flores em um túmulo | Fonte: Pexels
Eu sorri para ele. Lembrei-me dos primeiros dias quando William se mudou, suas caixas enfileiradas pela casa enquanto minha mãe tentava abrir espaço para ele — misturando todas as nossas coisas em uma grande família.
Mas era feriado antes de eu me preparar para ir para a faculdade, e meu padrasto entrou em casa, me entregando um recém-nascido sem nenhuma explicação. Ele colocou o bebê em meus braços.
Um homem carregando uma caixa | Fonte: Pexels
“Ellie”, ele disse, franzindo profundamente as sobrancelhas enquanto se sentava no sofá, com a cabeça entre as mãos.
“Você pode cuidar dela por apenas alguns dias?”, ele perguntou em seu tom reservado de sempre, evitando meu olhar enquanto se preparava para sair para o trabalho novamente.
“Espere!”, gritei, completamente confuso sobre o que estava acontecendo.
Este trabalho é inspirado em eventos e pessoas reais, mas foi ficcionalizado para fins criativos. Nomes, personagens e detalhes foram alterados para proteger a privacidade e melhorar a narrativa. Qualquer semelhança com pessoas reais, vivas ou mortas, ou eventos reais é mera coincidência e não intencional do autor.
O autor e a editora não fazem nenhuma reivindicação quanto à precisão dos eventos ou à representação dos personagens e não são responsáveis por nenhuma interpretação errônea. Esta história é fornecida “como está”, e quaisquer opiniões expressas são as dos personagens e não refletem as opiniões do autor ou da editora.
15+ Stepparents Who Were Actually “Parents Who Stepped Up”
Blending families can be tricky, especially for children who suddenly have a new stepmom or stepdad. It’s a big adjustment to accept someone new in their lives. But when the parent’s new partner is patient and kind, it can lead to something beautiful.
- My parents divorced when I was 4 years old. Dad left the family and married another woman. But I didn’t grow up with psychological trauma. My dad spent a lot of time with me, my stepmother was cool, she loved me very much, and she invented all sorts of entertainment just for the 2 of us with my dad.
I love both my brother and sister from that side very much. I grew up in a healthy atmosphere of love and comfort, which is the most important thing! Overheard / Ideer
- When I was 16, I had a huge argument with my mom and stormed out of the house. Angry and upset, I caught a taxi late at night after a party. But halfway through the ride, the driver started acting strange, taking wrong turns and ignoring what I said. Fear started creeping in, and I didn’t know who to call. Without thinking, I texted my stepdad, even though we hadn’t been that close.
Within minutes, he called me, asking where I was and trying to calm me down. Somehow, he tracked my location and showed up just in time. He made the driver pull over and took me home safely. That was the moment I realized he wasn’t just my mom’s new husband, he was someone who truly cared about me, like family should. - “My mother passed away when I was in the 4th grade. Less than a year later, my father married for the second time. My stepmother treated me very kindly and affectionately, but I thought she was showing off in front of my father and thought she was hypocritical, and so did the people around me.
When I was 14, I had a pretty complicated surgery. When I woke up, I found her sitting next to me, stroking my legs and crying.” Overheard / Ideer - “My mum split up with my dad and got together with her high school sweetheart when I turned 4. I remember my early childhood well! A few months into our life together, I suddenly turned to my stepfather and said, ‘Dad, can you give me this?’ I couldn’t reach something.
My stepdad confessed later that he cried because no one had asked me to call him Dad. And I just decided that he was my dad now. And he has been ever since! I don’t even think about my biological father. My new dad went to my school events, showed me off to his family, bragged about me, taught me about life, and helped me stay on track, and now he’s teaching me how to drive.
I cry when I think about the fact that he was 25 years old and liked to party, and then there was my mom and me. He turned his life around for us! He found a stable job, and a house, started his own company, and became a huge success. Many men wouldn’t give up their lifestyle for a woman with a child.” OhSoInfinitesimal / Reddit - “My family is not like the others. I have 2 moms and 2 dads. The thing is that my parents divorced when I was 13 years old. They separated peacefully, they just realized that they didn’t love each other anymore and didn’t want to suffer. After the divorce, each of them met their significant other.
The second marriage worked out well for both parents. At the same time, my stepmother and stepfather treated me with love and care, as well as my parents. And I know for a fact that I can turn my problems to each of my ’parents.’
Now I am a mother myself, and I am very grateful that they created such a warm family atmosphere despite all the difficulties.” Not everyone will understand / VK
- “I remember the exact moment when I got to love my stepmother. It was the second week of our living together, she was pouring tea and asked me to bring the homemade cake. I, being a sweet tooth, tried to bring it to the kitchen as fast as possible and dropped it with the frosting down in the hall. My stepmother came out to the noise, looked at this, and went back into the kitchen. I cringed.
But she came back with 2 cups of tea, we were sitting right on the floor and eating this delicious cake. My mother used to berate me for any tiny mistake. My father’s new wife raised me like her own daughter, always surrounded me with care, love, and warmth.” Overheard / Ideer - “My father left us when I was 4. My mom remarried. And I got some stupid jealousy, I was always doing everything to spite my stepfather. I complained about him to my mom a lot.
She couldn’t stand it and suggested they get divorced. I was listening under the door and was so happy! But then I heard my stepfather say that he couldn’t live without us, and it would be hard for us financially. After graduating from high school, I entered university, not without the help of my stepfather’s friends. Everyone at home was happy, and we decided to celebrate this event in a cafe.
In the third year, I got pregnant, but my boyfriend refused to marry me. I was ashamed to admit it to my parents, especially to my mom. By this time, having grown up, I changed my opinion about my stepfather a little, but I was still rude to him out of habit.
But at this difficult moment in my life, I realized that he was the only person I could talk to. And I was right. It was the first time that we talked frankly. I felt very guilty and asked him to forgive me. For all these years, my father had never once remembered about me. I gave birth to my son and finished my studies, my parents helped me with everything.
This year my son is going to school for the first time, and we are all preparing for this event, especially his grandfather. They are very attached. The love of my grandson is probably compensation to my stepfather for what I did. And from myself, I want to say, ’I’m sorry, Dad!’.” Larisa / Ispovedi - “I never got along with my stepmother. I was 13 when my dad met her. I didn’t accept her and pushed her away. When I was 19, I began to paint.
On my 20th birthday, she arranged a surprise: she gathered all my friends, relatives and acquaintances and organized an exhibition of my works in her gallery! I was delighted, and my heart began to melt.” Chamber 6 / VK
- “My parents divorced when I was 14, but they remained friends, no drama. I was old enough to understand everything, and together we decided who I would live with. Mom moved in with another man after a while. I stayed with my dad, now we live together with my stepmom.
I like everything, my stepmom is a great woman. We communicate well with my mom, she comes often, helps me with money, and buys me clothes. Her man’s not bad either.
It’s so annoying when other people start saying about my mom, ‘What kind of mother is she? How could she leave her kid?’ And I have a wonderful life, I have a good relationship with my parents. But other people, of course, know better.” Chamber 6 / VK - “When I was seven, my mom remarried. I wasn’t thrilled about having a stepdad and made it clear I wanted nothing to do with him. He didn’t push—he just quietly supported me. When I struggled with my schoolwork, he spent hours helping me without ever complaining. One day, after winning an award at school, I saw him in the audience, tearing up. That’s when I realized he cared for me just as much as my real dad would have.”
- “In 8th grade, I wanted to become a straight-A student, but I was pretty bad at math. I often cried, and my mom reassured me, ‘Don’t worry, we’ll think of something. You will be a straight-A student.’ And the most interesting thing is how this problem was solved: she married my math teacher.
My stepfather explained math to me every evening in such a way that I understood everything. So, I became a straight-A student. I graduated from school with honors and in university, I was good at higher math as well thanks to my stepfather. That’s how my mom solved my math problems.” Not everyone will understand / VK - When my mom died, my world turned upside down in ways I couldn’t handle. Five years later, my dad remarried, trying to give me and my sister the support we were missing without a mother. I wasn’t sure how to feel about my new stepmom. She didn’t try to step into my mom’s shoes or force a connection, and at first, that made me think she didn’t care. I kept my distance, convinced she didn’t want to be a part of my life.
But over time, I started to see things differently. She wasn’t pushing because she understood that I needed space. Her love was quiet and patient, waiting for me to come around. She let me heal at my own pace. Slowly, we formed a bond, and I realized she never intended to replace my mom. She just wanted to be there for me in her way. My stepmom is my best friend now.
- “My father was a very influential man. He was strict not only at work but also with his family and loved ones. When I was 3 years old, my mom decided to leave him. So my father said he would never give me to her.
Mom accepted this and left. She called me once a week and sent me presents. But after that, I only saw her when I was 18 when she came to ‘meet’ me. That’s when I learned the story. My mom expected me to feel sorry for her, but I couldn’t.
Because I already had a mom. Or rather, a stepmother. She too, after a couple of years of marriage, wanted to leave my father. And my dad strictly forbade her to even come near me if she left. She had no rights over me, but she decided to stay for me.
My stepmother became the most affectionate, kind, gentle mom in the world. We communicated a lot, went out, and played together. She always tried to protect me, to take any blame. But I knew that she and my father even slept in different rooms.
When I turned 18, she divorced my dad, and we moved into her one-bedroom flat together. And we are happy. So I can’t feel sorry for my biological mother, who chose her own life over mine.” Chamber 6 / VK - “When I was a teenager, my mom used to scold and call me names all the time. I got used to it. My mom and dad didn’t live together, they both had other families.
My dad at that time also started to scold me for my grades, but my stepmother stood up for me and said, ‘Stop it! If you tell a person they’re a pig, they’ll sit down and squeak. She’s smart and talented.’
I cried. Many years have passed since then, and we are still close with my stepmother, while the relationship with my parents is still strained.” Overheard / Ideer - “I was a terrible stepdaughter. I drove all my father’s girlfriends crazy. They would run away crying, ’This child is a monster!’
One day, he got another girlfriend. She was quiet and shy. But she pissed me off too, and I made her cry. So, I’m sitting in my room, and hear the sobbing has stopped.
Then there’s a knock on the door. She’s standing there asking for help because she loves my father… She was the first person who asked for my help, she’s now my favorite family member. Overheard / Ideer - I was 15 when my mom remarried. My new stepdad didn’t try to bond with me right away, which I appreciated because I wasn’t ready for that. He stayed in the background, just fixing things around the house and helping out quietly. It wasn’t until my car broke down miles away from home and he drove hours to get me, without saying a word, that I realized he was always there for me. He didn’t need to say much—his actions spoke louder than words.
“When I was 8 years old, my mom got married for the second time. I was very hostile toward my stepfather. He was a nice man, but the very thought of him taking Dad’s place drove me crazy. Mom was torn between us.
It wasn’t until I was 10 when everything changed. It happened when he came to school to defend me from the teacher. I started ignoring him less often and agreed to go for walks together a couple of times. That same year, on his birthday, I made him a present for the first time: I gave him an envelope with a card where I wrote, ‘Will you adopt me?’
It was the first time I saw a grown man crying while tucked into the shoulder of a little girl. A month later, he became my dad, and after that my daddy.” Not everyone will understand / VK
“My parents divorced when I was 10 years old. My mom moved to another country for work and left me with my dad. And then my dad married again.
His new wife was 14 years younger than him, and I thought she was a gold digger. I didn’t like my stepmother and didn’t treat her well. Until one day she rescued me from a fire, even though she was badly injured.
After that incident, she became the best mom in the world to me. My mom judged me, but she saw me once or twice a year. My stepmom, on the other hand, became a real mom to me. This life lesson taught me not to judge people at first sight.” Mamdarinka / VK
“Junior year of high school, my dad got remarried to the woman he’d cheated on my mom with several years prior. As an angsty teenager, I was none too thrilled with his new marriage and was honestly pretty cold towards her whenever we saw each other. A year later, my dad was taking me to the airport on my way to college, and my stepmom took off work to meet us there and send me off with a care package.
She hugged me and told me that she was proud of me, and when she stepped back, I saw that she had tears in her eyes. It was at that moment that I realized that she wasn’t a bad person, even if she (and my dad) had done some bad things in the past. Our relationship improved dramatically after that, and now she’s like a second mother to me.” OldSaintNickCage / Reddit
“My biological dad died when I was young and my mom got remarried within a year. From a single guy with one kid to a married man with four kids, one of whom was disabled, my stepdad became my ‘second dad’ when I grew up and realized the sacrifices and challenges he went through to care for us (without a lot of help from my mom). I got it when I became a parent, myself.” Unknown author / Reddit
Parents aren’t just the ones who gave birth to you—they’re the ones who are there when you need them most. Experts say kids often struggle more with stepmoms than stepdads, but many stepparents step up and raise their stepchildren with love.
Parents aren’t just the ones who gave birth to you—they’re the ones who are there when you need them most. Experts say kids often struggle more with stepmoms than stepdads, but many stepparents step up and raise their stepchildren with love.
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