I have been writing a lot recently about being a new stepmom & I’ve mentioned in the past, that I too, had a stepmom or two, actually. I’d like to think that I have an idea about what it’s like to be a step-daughter & now I have understanding of being the step-parent as well. But, it is so funny that being a step-anything never seems to go away—even after 20 + years! Here’s a story about being an adult step-daughter & how relationships don’t seem to change.
So my dad remarried a woman only 9 years older than me when I was 12. I’ll call her the Evil Queen or EQ (she was/is very beautiful, but oh, so COLD-hearted—like the queen in Snow White) & I’m not trying to perpetuate the myth of the wicked stepmom either—she just fit the caricature so well. She was not a very good stepmom (I really hope I’m better at it)—I’ve said that before & the trend continues—even after my dad is long gone from this earth—more on that in a bit. She was my first step-mom. My dad & she had a son (19 years my junior)--& then they got divorced. I gotta say that after attempting to build a relationship with her & having a brother too, it makes it really hard when things go south on a second marriage. But, then my dad married a third woman & this time, she & I seemed to have a very positive step-mom/daughter relationship. I was an adult by then with a child of my own so maybe that had something to do with it, idk. Let’s call her Miss S. Then my dad died & left no will. This is where things get icky. My dad & Miss S were living together but EQ had a key for her then teenaged son. She went in & took a bunch of stuff from the house—she claimed that it was for my brother’s future since he should have all of our father’s things. OK, what are my sister & I, no longer our father’s children since the birth of the brother?? Don’t we have claim to our father’s things as well so that we have things to remember him by? Apparently not, according to EQ. But, Miss S called me & told me that I should come to my dad’s place immediately & take the things that I wanted before EQ came back & cleaned it all out. Mind you, my dad lived 80 miles away & I had to take off work & hi-tail it up there. Miss S was an angel though, because I was able to get some things that were big reminders of my life growing up with my dad, namely some furniture that actually belonged to my mom first. What I didn’t get was an old Seth Thomas time-clock that belonged to my grandfather—my mom’s dad. Because when EQ caught wind that I was up there gathering things, she stormed into the house & screamed at me to stop immediately—I was young, this being almost 15 years ago, & was very cowed by her threats.
Cut to today:
My Mom will be 70 next month & she mentioned to my sister & me that the one thing that she really wanted was her dad’s factory clock back from EQ (who claims she’s saving it for our brother). Why my brother wants an old clock is beyond me & it really doesn’t belong to either of them anyway. So my sister called EQ to see if it were possible to have/buy the clock. She offered a lot more than the thing is worth too. But the response, even after almost 15 years was, “No. Your brother needs to have something to remember his father by.” Um, my brother is an adult now! If he wanted the DAMN clock, he would have it!! She wants the clock—which is not hers! And he (she) has plenty of stuff (which isn’t his/hers) to remember our father by!! So as stepmothers go—even after so many years, she still is mean & petty. I just don’t get it—why is it so important? We are linked forever by my father, who is long in the ground. My mom is going to be 70 for god’s sake! Let her have something of her beloved father’s. He was very loved by all of us too—and deeply missed. I guess that I expect that people will figure out that it is better to forge better bonds with one another than to continue old patterns of behavior & interaction—that is my plan for my step-daughters—continue to work hard to form a better bond with them. Mebbe my expectations are too high. I hope not. Come on EQ & bro—do the right thing! Karma’s a bitch afterall!