I Was Done Being His Second Wife
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My second husband's three children have never called me "Mom." Not once in seven years.
I've been cooking since 5 AM—twenty-pound turkey, forty potatoes, three pies from scratch. At dinner, my husband stands to give thanks: "To my beautiful children. To my dear Caroline, watching over us."
Caroline. His first wife. Dead six years, still the only mother in this house.
Everyone applauds. No one looks at me.
His eldest daughter calls out: "Margot, you forgot the gravy boat." His son grabs my homemade roll: "Kind of dry." Then leaves.
The next day, my stepdaughter demands I plan her $50,000 wedding—on a $15,000 budget. "Mom always made things work. But if you can't handle it..."
Seven years I've cooked their meals. Raised their children. Given up my restaurant to save his company.
Meanwhile, my own daughter takes out loans because my husband says she needs to "learn independence"—while his kids inherit millions.
That night, washing their dishes alone, my daughter whispers: "I hate how they treat you. Like you're their servant."
That's when I knew—I'm done being his second wife.
I've been cooking since 5 AM—twenty-pound turkey, forty potatoes, three pies from scratch. At dinner, my husband stands to give thanks: "To my beautiful children. To my dear Caroline, watching over us."
Caroline. His first wife. Dead six years, still the only mother in this house.
Everyone applauds. No one looks at me.
His eldest daughter calls out: "Margot, you forgot the gravy boat." His son grabs my homemade roll: "Kind of dry." Then leaves.
The next day, my stepdaughter demands I plan her $50,000 wedding—on a $15,000 budget. "Mom always made things work. But if you can't handle it..."
Seven years I've cooked their meals. Raised their children. Given up my restaurant to save his company.
Meanwhile, my own daughter takes out loans because my husband says she needs to "learn independence"—while his kids inherit millions.
That night, washing their dishes alone, my daughter whispers: "I hate how they treat you. Like you're their servant."
That's when I knew—I'm done being his second wife.