My dad remarried when I was 6 to a woman who had 3 other kids under the age of 10. When I went to visit I was really uncomfortable and sad because I still wanted my dad and mom to be married obviously and really didn't like that there were 3 kids hanging on my dad like he was their dad. I was an only child and then all the sudden had 3 siblings and a step mom, and I was a very shy kid. My step mom would cry to my dad that I made her uncomfortable because I wouldn't talk to her. It wasn't intentional. I was scared and awkward and had no fucking idea what to say to her. I had to sleep in the basement. I was scolded for asking to have lunch with just my father, I was scolded for bringing up memories of my mother with my father and I, (when all my siblings were mentioning their memories with their father and mother), I cheated once on a test in 6th grade then visited them 6 months later and was grounded from going on a trip to a local amusement park with the family. So I sat in my basement room after my plane landed waiting for them to come home, it was fucking weird. She made fun of my mom ALL the time in front of her kids. She made a point to say she was specifically proud of the all the children she gave birth to. Her mother, my step grandma, would even chime in sometimes when she felt like she was being malicious. I was invited to Mexico, I wasn't invited on the cruise, I wasn't invited to weddings or family reunions. She hated me and really convinced herself it wasn't her, but that it was me. Even if I was just a 6 year old girl... It was okay that she had three kids before she met my dad but I was just a constant reminder of the women he loved before her and I was the one thing my dad loved more than her. Today I'm close to my dad and my step siblings, her and I barely speak and it does really hurt still, but she leaves me alone at least