We’ve been married for 5 years. My wife has 3 kids from her past marriage—two daughters (15 and 13) and a son (11). I have my own daughter, Anna, who’s 7.
Since day one, I’ve treated her kids as my own, providing for them, supporting them, and making sure they never feel like they’re anything less than family. Lately, I realized that my wife hasn’t extended that same effort to my daughter.
It’s subtle—she’s never outright cruel, but it’s in the way she barely acknowledges her. She asks her kids how their day was, checks in on their homework, and makes their favorite snacks.
But when it comes to Anna, she barely says a word. If she talks, my wife nods absently, like she’s just waiting for her to stop. I’ve tried to convince myself that I’m imagining it, that they just need more time to bond. But last night shattered the illusion.
Every year, my wife and her kids have a tradition. On the first day of winter, they bake a special cake, watch old home videos, and decorate the house together. Last night, as we finished dinner and her kids started gathering the ingredients for the cake, my daughter excitedly got up to help.
Then my wife turned to her and said, “Get up to your room. This is something I do with MY kids. Maybe you and your dad can have your own tradition.” Anna’s face fell. She mumbled, “Oh, okay,” and went to her room.
I sat there frozen, my heart pounding. After a few minutes, I followed her. She was curled up on her bed, staring at the wall. I asked if she was okay, and she just shrugged.
That was enough for me. I went back downstairs, pulled my wife aside, and told her she had just made my daughter feel like an outsider in her own home.
She got defensive, saying it wasn’t a big deal, that it was just a small thing she and her kids have always done. I told her that traditions evolve when families change, and that she had just made it clear that she doesn’t see Anna as part of hers. She rolled her eyes and said I was “looking for a fight.”
I told her I wasn’t looking for anything—I was seeing it clearly for the first time. She treats my daughter like a guest in this house, while I’ve done everything to make hers feel like mine. I told her I wouldn’t stand by and watch my daughter be pushed aside like she didn’t matter.
My wife accused me of blowing things out of proportion and making her feel like a bad person. But I can’t unsee what I saw. I can’t unfeel the hurt in my daughter’s eyes. I’m seriously considering a divorce.
Source: brightside.me
