I actually think you handled it very well. I wouldn't have even said anything to her, just stopped putting in the effort, only speaking when responding or something needs to be said. I get your husband is worried about his daughter not coming back, but he should also have a problem with her mocking and disrespecting you behind your back. Rather than blaming you for being hurt, he should be having a conversation with his daughter about where you fit into her life. She said she didn't like you trying to be her mom and you said you wouldn't try anymore. I don't even understand what she's upset about, since she apparently got what she wanted.
My Stepdaughter Said I’m Not Her Real Mother, So I Gave Her Something to Chew On


Here’s her story.
When I married my husband five years ago, his daughter came to live with us. She was only eight, shy but sweet, and I promised myself I’d never try to replace her mother. Instead, I focused on being someone she could rely on, a steady presence who made her feel safe.
She was the daughter I always wanted.
I grew up in foster care and always longed for a family. By the time I met my now husband, I already knew that I couldn’t have kids of my own, so his daughter felt like a gift.
Over time, small things made me believe we were bonding. She’d draw little pictures and leave them on my desk. We’d bake cookies together and laugh over how lopsided they looked. On movie nights, she’d fall asleep leaning against me. I thought, Maybe we’re becoming a family after all.
A move and a heartbreak.
Three years into our marriage, my husband’s ex-wife got a job in another city, and she took her daughter with her. It felt like a part of my dream was shattered, I didn’t mean to replace her mom, but I kept pushing for more family time.
The subtle shift.
At first, it seemed like my step-daughter didn’t mind. I was a stay-at-home mom with more time to give her, and her father did have a bigger house. But over time, as she grew older, I noticed a change.
She became more guarded. She’d keep her phone glued to her hand, and when I walked by, she’d flip it over or quickly put it in her pocket and she always seemed to sulk when she was at our place. I told myself, Teenagers need privacy. But the sinking feeling in my stomach wouldn’t go away.
The night it all came crashing down.
Then one night, she left her phone charging in the living room. As I walked past, the screen lit up. I shouldn’t have looked but I did.
What I saw made my chest tighten.
A group chat. Filled with cruel messages about me.
“She’s so fake.”
“I can’t stand how she tries to be my mom.”
“Counting the days until I don’t have to live with her.”
I scrolled further, each line cutting deeper than the last. Screenshots of texts I’d sent her, captioned with mocking emojis. Jokes about my cooking. Even a nickname that made me feel like a stranger in my own home.
The confrontation.
The next day, I asked her to sit down. My voice shook, but I stayed calm.
“I saw some of the things you wrote,” I began. “I want to talk about why, not to punish you, but because I care about us.” Her face turned pale. For a moment, I saw pure panic. Then anger.
“You keep taking me away from my mum,” she shouted. “You’re not my real mother, and you keep trying to be.”
I’m ashamed at how I handled this.
Something in me snapped.
“I’m not trying to replace your mother,” I shot back, my voice rising. “But I have been here for five years. I’ve cooked for you, helped you with school, been there for you when you were sick and this is how you treat me?”
Her eyes welled up, but instead of softening, I felt myself harden. “You know what?” I added. “If you hate me so much, stop pretending around me. But don’t expect me to keep trying if all you want to do is mock me behind my back.”
She stormed off to her room, slamming the door. I sat there shaking, not from sadness, but from a mix of anger and regret. I had wanted to understand her, but instead, I had pushed her further away.
I don’t know how to fix this.
The house felt colder that week. She avoided me. I avoided her. Meals were eaten in silence. Every time I passed her room, I thought about knocking, but pride kept me from doing it.
I told myself I was right to be angry. But deep down, I know she was right. I tried to be her mother. She’s not talking to me, and neither is my husband. He says she might not come back after this trip, and I’m the one to blame.
How can I make this okay?
Here’s our advice:
Thank you, Abigel, for sharing your tough situation with us. Navigating step relationships can be tough, and we applaud you for understanding your blame in this situation. It’s not too late to fix it. Here’s what we would do:
- Apologize: Don’t underestimate the power of a simple sorry. It can help repair relationships and mend trust. It lets the other person know you acknowledge where you went wrong and that you’re willing to make amends.
- Recognize the grief and loyalty binds of your stepchild: Children in blended families often feel torn. Bonding with a stepparent can feel like betraying their other parent. Add the stress of change and underlying grief, and hurtful behavior often hides deeper emotions. Responding with empathy can ease that weight.
- Redefine your role together: Ask, “What do you need from me as your stepparent?” Building this understanding together gives her a sense of control over the relationship.
This story can still have a happy ending. When you open up to building your relationship with your stepdaughter without replacing her mother, you form your own bond with her. Here are 16 stories of stepchildren who made room for one more parent in their heart.
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