Stepmother

Chapter 4

My mom told me that when she found out my dad was getting married, she was worried that I would like my new stepmom more that her. I quickly reassured her that would never happen! Especially after what happened back in 2008. At this point, I was around seven or eight years old.  As I previously mentioned, I visited my dad's house every other weekend. He lived about 30 minutes away. I always loved going over there until my evil stepmother tried to become my evil mother!  In other words, she was trying to become my mom. For example, when I walked in the house, she would immediately say to me,
       "Take your day shoes off and put on your house shoes!" 
      First, what the Hell are "day" and "house" shoes?  Second, you can't boss me around. That's my REAL mom's job. And third, I get that you're a hardcore clean freak, but come on. House shoes?
      She also started to say thinks like,
      "You're so dirty!  You're mother doesn't take care of you!" And things like, "Why doesn't your mother brush your hair?"
      As if dissing my mom to my face wasn't bad enough, she also began to send nasty emails. My mother would receive the emails saying that they were from my dad, but since the bitch barely knew English, it was easy to tell that my father didn't write those. He, unlike Vivian, knows how to properly punctuate a single sentence.
      So, as expected, my mother was angered by the emails.  Why wouldn't she be?  Vivian practically called her a bad mother. (Which is really ironic because she's the one who sent her own son away to the Philippines for three years, but I'll get to that later). As more and more emails were being sent, my mom got angrier and angrier. Eventually, she wrote an angry one back saying that if Vivian didn't stop talking bad about her, then my mom would have to seek supervised visitation.
      That's when the chaos started. Vivian, whom I will be referring to as "It" from now on, went batshit crazy.  She accused mom of "threatening" her. She's nuts! Going along with that, she nearly left my father!  She had packed her bags and everything!  I will never forget the night it happened. I was sitting in the bathtub when I heard this high pitched screaming. I quickly drained the water, wrapped myself in a warm towel and peered through the door which I had left ajar.
      "SHE THREATENED ME!" It screamed. "I HAVE TO LEAVE. IM BUYING MY TICKET TOMORROW!"
    I stuck my head out the door and saw all of the luggage sitting in the middle of the living room.
     "Please wait!" My dad called. "We can work this out!"
     Vivian then stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door behind her.  I quickly threw on my clothes and walked over hastily to my bedroom.  I sat down next my sister who had also heard the conversation.  A few moments later, my dad walked in. He sat down next to Elle and I and looked at us both with sad eyes.
     "Girls," He said "there's something I have to tell you."
      My stomach dropped. Not because I was sad that IT was leaving. No. I was sad because I practically caused this whole thing. I was the one who told my mom all the things that Vivian had been saying. It was my fault and seeing that my actions had made my dad so upset made me feel absolutely terrible. (Even though I now realize that it would have been better for all of us if it had just left.)
    "Vivian is leaving"
     "I'm sorry." I replied.
    "It's not your fault" he said
      Then, there was a long period of silence. It was depressing, awkward silence. I felt so awful at the time. However, if that happened now, I would jump up in the air and dance around like a fool.
     I don't know how my dad and Vivian "worked it out."  All I know is that when I went to my dad's house the next weekend, she was still there.