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

Mary-Ann was giving her friends rides on the motorcycle.

“Mom?! What are you doing here?!” Mary-Ann shouted when I got out of the car.

“I wanted to give you your present,” I said and looked around. “But what is going on here?! You do not even have a license!”

“So what?!” she shouted. “We are just riding! We are being careful!”

“Mary-Ann, you are in the middle of a road. This is not safe. What if a car comes around the corner? What if you fall?” I said.

“It is not a big deal! We take turns and go slow!” she shouted back.

“Does your father know about this?” I asked.

“I asked Jessica, and she said it was fine,” Mary-Ann said with a shrug.

“Jessica is not your parent,” I said firmly.

“She is my mom too! And she is better than you!” Mary-Ann shouted. Her words hit me like a punch.

“Mary-Ann, don’t say that,” I said. My throat felt tight. “You know that’s not true.”

“I don’t want to see you! Go away!” she shouted and turned her back to me.

“Mary-Ann, this is dangerous. Please listen to me. You could get hurt,” I said.

“Go away!” she screamed again. “Dad told you not to come! You always mess everything up! You ruin everything!”