About a half a year after my parents split up, me, my mother, and my sister moved to Michigan for a year. (To this day, I have spent every summer of my life there). Anyways, my dad stayed in Florida. But, being an ignorant little four year old, I hardly knew what was going on.
Alright, let's fast forward about two years. We were no longer living in Michigan, nor was my dad still in Florida. Nope. We had made our way over to the beautiful city of Cleveland. How did this happen you ask? Well my mom got a job at CIM and my dad had gotten a job at UA. Pretty lucky right? That my parents both got new jobs within twenty minutes of each other? Everything seemed to be going great. I was starting kindergarten and my sister was starting third grade. At that point, both of my parents were still single.
The custody rules were as follows:
I lived with my mom during the week except on Wednesdays. On those days, my dad would come pick me up from school and take me and my sister out around the town until 8:00. (which is when he dropped us off at our house and went home).
Also, every other weekend was spent at my dads apartment.
I used to love going to my dads place. He was honestly the best father to me and my sister. Firm, but not overbearing. Concerned for our safety, but not neurotic. Fun-loving, but not careless. It was just perfect. I had the two best parents in the world. But life for me, Jenny, was NOT going to stay this way. No. My life with my dad was about to turn into hell and I was completely oblivious to the fact that he had been online dating this strange woman from the Philippines. My innocence at the time was almost pathetic. I had no idea what was in store for me, but I would soon find out.
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Stepmother
Non-FictionMy name is Jenny Blake and this is the story of how my stepmother impacted my life. Negatively. The complete and utter mess and one crazy relationship. Read to find out what happens.
