December 6, 2015 marked a life event for both my daughter and myself. Her father, my ex-husband, had a son – with his wife, my daughter’s step-mother.
Perhaps prior to this date, there was always some jealousy in me as to why another woman can be titled mother of my daughter – even if it’s step. This date did change how I felt to an extent.
I now wish with envy that my daughter’s step mother’s son, my daughter’s half brother, could have been able to address me with the same respect. Yet I am a no body to him. I am only the mother of his half sister. How unfair.