I'm 23 and just turned my stepmom's picture-perfect gender reveal into the most awkward party our family has ever seen. After years of watching her play my dad while everyone told me I was "overreacting," I finally decided I wasn't going to stay quiet anymore.
I'm 23F, and I blew up my stepmom's gender reveal party on purpose.
This wasn't about hating a baby. This was about finally protecting my dad after years of watching him get lied to while everyone treated me like the dramatic kid.
I was 12 the first time I caught her.
My dad is Tom. He married Marissa when I was eight.
Marissa is the "fun" woman people orbit. Pretty, loud laugh, big hugs, always bringing gifts. She took me for pedicures, bought me Starbucks, acted like the Cool Stepmom.
My dad fell the hardest. He's the guy who warms up your car in winter, who writes "Proud of you" on sticky notes. He'd been alone since my mom left, and he latched onto the idea of a happy little family.
I was 12 the first time I caught her.
He read the notification.
I was playing a game on her phone when a text slid down from "Evan 🛠":
"I miss your hands from last night."
I froze. Even at 12, I knew that wasn't innocent.
I ran to the kitchen.
"Dad, look," I said, shoving the phone at him. "She's cheating on you."
He read the notification. His face went weird.
"I've got it handled."
Then he forced a calm smile.
"Peanut, grown-up relationships are complicated," he said. "Maybe it's a joke. Maybe you misread it. I'll talk to her. You don't need to worry."
"I didn't misread it," I said. "It literally says she misses his hands from last night."
He flinched but shook his head.
"I've got it handled," he said. "Let me be the adult."
He didn't even turn from the sink.
That night, Marissa's phone got a password.
After that, her phone was always face down. New "work trips." "Girls' weekends." Late "conference calls" taken outside.
When I was 15, I caught another flirty message on a different phone. I tried again.
"Dad, she's cheating," I said. "I've seen texts."
He didn't even turn from the sink.
"Please stay out of our marriage."
"Ellie, you don't like her sometimes," he said. "But that's a serious accusation. You can't just—"
"I'm not making it up."
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