@the.evilstepmum

Not a newsletter.

Not another email telling you how to cope better or set stronger boundaries.

Just a private place for what doesn't fit inside a caption.

Like the thoughts I couldn't let go of. The pieces of my own story that helped me make more sense of it all. The words I spent years trying to find—the ones I wish someone had given me while I was still stuck. 

They're written for the woman I used to be.

The one who couldn't explain why she couldn't let it go. Who kept trying to prove she wasn't the villain they'd already decided she was. Who needed someone to put words around what was happening.

I can't write to her anymore.
So I write to you.

Because sometimes another woman's story helps us make sense of our own.

One stepmum to another.

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