My Daughter Said I Was No Longer the Mother She Needed and Moved in With Her Stepmother — Story of the Day

“What’s the big deal? It’s our gift. We’ll also pay for her training,” Ben said.

“What’s the big deal?” I repeated. “It’s dangerous, that’s the big deal! She’s only fifteen!”

“You can ride motorcycles from age fifteen,” Jessica said. “Besides, it’s a small one. Mary-Ann can handle it.”

“You don’t get to decide what’s allowed for my daughter and what’s not!” I shouted at Jessica. She gasped and stepped back.

“This was our mutual decision,” Ben said. “Mary-Ann is also my daughter.”

“No, this will not happen!” I shouted. “I forbid you to ride the motorcycle! It is dangerous!”

“You can’t forbid me! It’s my gift!” Mary-Ann shouted.

“I’m your mother! I am responsible for your safety!” I said.

“You’re always controlling me! I’m not a little girl anymore!” she yelled back.

“But you are still a minor!” I said, trying to hold back tears.

“I’m sick of you treating me like a child! You’re a terrible mom! Jessica is a better mom than you! I want to live with her and Dad!” she screamed.