My Journey
I’ve been thinking a lot about how different things feel now compared to two years ago when mom and I first came to live with my stepdad. I used to be angry a lot. I felt like everything was unfair, like I was always being watched or expected to mess up. It was hard adjusting to someone new being in charge, especially someone who wasn’t my real dad.
At first, every rule felt like a punishment waiting to happen. I didn’t understand the structure, and I didn’t trust that it came from a place of care. I just felt embarrassed and frustrated all the time. But over time, I started to see the pattern — and I’m not saying I love it, but I understand it now.
My stepdad is strict, but not unpredictable. When I mess up, I know exactly what will happen. There’s always a talk, always a consequence, and always a point afterward where he checks in. That part matters. It’s not just about getting corrected, it’s about being reminded that I can do better, and they believe I will.
I don’t feel as angry about it anymore. It’s just the way things work here. And weirdly, having that structure — knowing where the lines are — made me feel more settled. I’ve learned to take responsibility faster, to apologize without waiting to be forced, and to listen before reacting. Some days I still push back, because that’s who I am. But I also know they’re not just trying to control me — they’re trying to raise me. That’s a big difference. And two years in, I finally get it.
At first, every rule felt like a punishment waiting to happen. I didn’t understand the structure, and I didn’t trust that it came from a place of care. I just felt embarrassed and frustrated all the time. But over time, I started to see the pattern — and I’m not saying I love it, but I understand it now.
My stepdad is strict, but not unpredictable. When I mess up, I know exactly what will happen. There’s always a talk, always a consequence, and always a point afterward where he checks in. That part matters. It’s not just about getting corrected, it’s about being reminded that I can do better, and they believe I will.
I don’t feel as angry about it anymore. It’s just the way things work here. And weirdly, having that structure — knowing where the lines are — made me feel more settled. I’ve learned to take responsibility faster, to apologize without waiting to be forced, and to listen before reacting. Some days I still push back, because that’s who I am. But I also know they’re not just trying to control me — they’re trying to raise me. That’s a big difference. And two years in, I finally get it.