I feel more comfortable sharing this here cause literally no one I know (except bf) has my Tumblr so ya lol, ignore if you lowk don’t wanna read all that 🥹
Being a step daughter is confusing.
My Mom and I broke away from my Dad when I was about 6 months old, I haven’t seen him since. My stepdad came into my life when I was 1, he’s the only father figure I’ve ever known.
I know everything about my biological dad and what he’s done. He’s awful, don’t get me wrong, but seeing him with his new family kills me a little and makes me wonder why I couldn’t have had that.
My brother was born when I was 7. This was when I started calling my stepdad “dad” and not his name, because I wanted to set a good example for my new baby brother. He’s now nine years old, and one of my favourite people.
Before he was born, I was everything. I was my stepdads first technical kid, he did everything with me when my Mom was at work. When my brother was born, things changed. He got lazier, less fun, more controversial, and he’s started favouring my brother.
Is this just a father thing? I feel as soon as dads have sons, they automatically start to favour them over their daughters. Having a different last name on top of everything singles me out whenever we’re out with family. I will never take my stepdads last name, I’m perfectly fine with my current last name.
I’m queer as well, and ever since “coming out” he’s blamed me for my nine year old brother’s slightly feminine side. He said “Don’t turn him gay” to me multiple times. You can’t turn someone gay bro 💔 today, he asked me if I was turning my brother into a girl in front of everyone. He thinks he’s funny.
Today’s Father’s Day, and I always hate it because I have to celebrate two people that aren’t kind to me. It reminds me that I’ll never really be a part of my stepdads family, and I’ll always be disconnected from my bio dad’s family.
My mom’s family despised me when I was born, they love me now, but just knowing they thought I was my mom’s biggest mistake first the first 4 years of my life will always hurt.
I think the only people who have ever loved me unconditionally was my mom, grandma, and Papa. My grandma is technically a step grandparent, but I know she loves me. She let me live with her and Papa after all.
I don’t know how to end this, I just can’t wait to get out and live.