That special day finally arrived. My engagement to Michael brought me pure joy. But it also brought Sandra into the spotlight. My stepmother had married my father five years after my mother’s death. She never let me forget that she was the new woman in the house.
From day one, I felt like she was competing with a ghost. I couldn’t even say my mother’s name without Sandra grimacing, as if she’d tasted sour milk. She never hid how threatened she felt by the memory of my mother.
Most of the time, I ignored it. I mean, what was the point? But as soon as I got engaged, it was like she turned up the heat.
