My stepson punished me because I asked his dad not to buy him a car.
It was a hot afternoon and after finishing all the housework, I was watching TV in the living room. My husband, Robert, was at work, and I was all alone in the house. My stepson, Edward, lived in the hostel since he was ten years old. The last time he came to meet us was at his nineteenth birthday, which was two months earlier. A year earlier, when I married Edward’s dad, I started noticing...Read On