My father left when I was 4. My mom remarried. I was stupidly envious and did anything to spite my stepfather. Mom heard my complaints about him often.
She recommended divorce since she couldn’t stand it.

Listening behind the door made me joyful! However, my stepfather said he couldn’t live without us and it would be terrible financially. With my stepfather’s friends’ aid, I went to college after high school. Everyone at home was delighted, so we celebrated in a cafe.

I became pregnant in my third year, but my partner refused to marry me. I was ashamed to tell my parents, especially my mom. Being older, I changed my attitude of my stepfather, but I still remained disrespectful to him out of habit.

But in this terrible time, I realized he was the only person I could talk to. I was right. It was our first honest conversation. I begged for his forgiveness, feeling guilty. In all these years, my father never remembered me. My parents supported me through my son’s birth and graduation.

Our family, especially his grandfather, is preparing for my son’s first day at school. They’re attached. My grandson’s affection may compensate my stepfather for my actions. I apologize, Dad.”