Grab some popcorn, because this is one of those rare moments when karma strikes perfectly.
I’m Mia, 16, living with my dad and my nightmare of a stepmom, Trudy. She’s been in our lives for two years, but she’s got the “evil stepmother” act down to an art. My dad keeps the peace by staying out of her way, and I survive by staying quiet.
Trudy’s 45th birthday party was insanely over-the-top—think wedding-level drama. A week before, she told me I should buy her a dishwasher as a gift. I told her I was saving for prom. She scoffed. Naturally.
On the big day, I worked like a servant—setting up, cleaning, refilling drinks. After cake, she publicly shamed me in front of her guests for not buying her a dishwasher and then ordered me to wash the party dishes.
I did.
The next morning, disaster struck: the kitchen was flooded. Trudy had poured greasy meat oils down the sink and “fixed” it with drain cleaner. The damage? Expensive.
But the real twist? My dad announced they’d need to cut back… except not on my prom dress. He gave me $500 and stood up to Trudy.
Suddenly, she’s being nice. She even offered to help me pick a dress.
Think she’s changed for real?
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