The villain. The devil. The malicious, vicious woman who does everything in her power to ruin Cinderella's life. I too have en evil step mother, and even though many people do not believe me when I tell them this, I can promise that it is true. My stepmother came into my life just a short three years ago after my father and mother decided that they were not the ones for each other. I couldn't come to the fact that this was happening. In fact, I still struggle with the whole concept to this day. I did not like my stepmother from the moment we met. I remember this clearly. She was dressed in her Sunday's best. She was trying so hard to make a good impression that I could just tell she was a phony. She had this fake, high pitched laugh and would stare at me until I giggled at her joke too. I was so uncomfortable.
From that day on, my dislike for this woman only grew stronger and stronger. Trust me, I did try to like her. I did everything I could. I would try to talk about the things that she was interested in, so my father could tell I was making an effort. As soon as it was just the two of us though, my stepmother would tell me how I am not going to come in between my father and her. How this is what he wanted. He did not want to be with my mother anymore. Every chance that this woman got to remind me that she was who my father wanted, she did. I did go to my father about this. He laughed at me and told me that I am making it up and that she would never say such a thing. I was infuriated that he would not believe me. I am still trying to figure out a way to prove him wrong. Even if he does not go back to my mother, as long as she is out of our lives, I will be happy.
Being that my stepmother is always dressed like she has paparazzi following her, I figured she would be into pageants, like I am. I thought that this would be a common ground and that we would be able to bond over it. I could not have been more wrong. I never brought up any topics with her, I let her initiate the conversation. When she found out that my parents had let me compete in pageants, she was off the wall livid. She went on and on how pageants are so degrading to women. She couldn't believe that I would want to show off in front of everyone. How I am just man candy and how people don't take the women that complete in pageants seriously. After this two hour lecture, I knew that she and I were never going to get along, no matter how hard I tried.
From that day on, my dislike for this woman only grew stronger and stronger. Trust me, I did try to like her. I did everything I could. I would try to talk about the things that she was interested in, so my father could tell I was making an effort. As soon as it was just the two of us though, my stepmother would tell me how I am not going to come in between my father and her. How this is what he wanted. He did not want to be with my mother anymore. Every chance that this woman got to remind me that she was who my father wanted, she did. I did go to my father about this. He laughed at me and told me that I am making it up and that she would never say such a thing. I was infuriated that he would not believe me. I am still trying to figure out a way to prove him wrong. Even if he does not go back to my mother, as long as she is out of our lives, I will be happy.
Being that my stepmother is always dressed like she has paparazzi following her, I figured she would be into pageants, like I am. I thought that this would be a common ground and that we would be able to bond over it. I could not have been more wrong. I never brought up any topics with her, I let her initiate the conversation. When she found out that my parents had let me compete in pageants, she was off the wall livid. She went on and on how pageants are so degrading to women. She couldn't believe that I would want to show off in front of everyone. How I am just man candy and how people don't take the women that complete in pageants seriously. After this two hour lecture, I knew that she and I were never going to get along, no matter how hard I tried.