Thank you for your understanding.
To the outsider it looks like I was being stubborn and spoiled (and this is the narrative that my father gives) but it comes from self preservation - My own mother broke my heart repeatedly over the years and I put up with it as she was my mother.
I was damned sure I wasn’t allowing a total stranger to do the same, regardless of the fact she was married to my father.
Deep down I was still angry at him for not protecting me or putting me first whenever my mother shouted at me for nothing, smacked me, complained about a gift id saved hard for, a cake I baked her (I could go on and on). My mother kicked me out at 17 and my father sat on the sofa and allowed it. Throughout my life I had come second.
By the time he remarried I was a married mother of two - no longer the little child but when his new wife made it clear I wasn’t welcome and again he stood beside her whilst she was horrible to me that sick, sad feeling in my stomach was back and I was a child again.
But this time I wasn’t accepting it - not from a stranger.
His loss, although I hear he’s built a whole new life and treats her grandchildren like his own. So yes, she won but at least I still have my self respect.
Yeah, it’s not always black and white