My Dad’s New Wife Kept Sabotaging My Mom and Calling Herself My ‘Bonus Mom’ – What She Did at My Wedding Was the Final Straw

I never thought my dad’s new wife, who remarried after the divorce, would treat my mom as a rival rather than a member of my family. However, I couldn’t have predicted what she did at my wedding or how it all turned out.

I am an only child, and I am 24 years old. In my junior year of high school, my parents divorced. That was challenging enough on its own, but I also had to deal with an oppressive stepmother after my dad remarried.

Therefore, the divorce of my parents seemed to happen suddenly. We were having supper together one day, and the next they were splitting up the furniture and signing documents. My father referred to it as “empty nest panic” when I eventually inquired about the cause of their breakup.

Perhaps he was right when he suggested that they drifted apart. However, the subsequent course of events? It got me thinking.

My dad had already begun dating a lady called Debra by the time I graduated from high school. She was ostentatious, noisy, and usually had a polished smile that made it seem as though she was trying to sell something—mostly herself.

I initially made an effort to be courteous. I assumed she was simply anxious or excessively enthusiastic, but it quickly became apparent that her warmth was more… calculated. Debra made an effort to surpass my mother from the first day.

I saw her claws for the first time on graduation day.

The woman arrived wearing an off-white, glittering garment that reached her feet. She appeared to be going to a mediocre awards ceremony rather than a high school function. Susan, my mother, was wearing a simple wrap dress in navy blue.

Like any mother should, she exuded pride and elegance. Debra? She was acting like we were a fairytale family, wrapping herself around my dad and attempting to get me to pose for pictures without my mother.

Debra actually leaned over and unlinked my arm from my mom’s to pull me next to her when we posed for group photos! My mother blinked as if she couldn’t believe what was occurring, just standing there.

I was too shocked to respond at the time. I gritted my teeth and simply grinned for the camera. I was eager to get out when it was all over. I had no idea, though, that my stepmother was not finished.

My mother informed me a few days later that Debra had given her a call. Not to say sorry. Oh no.

“She said she bet your pictures with them would look better,” my mother informed me while we were having coffee. “Said they would be ‘much nicer’ because they included both parents in the frame instead of one.”

Debra also tried to brag that I took more pictures with her than Mom, according to my mother. It wasn’t only false—I didn’t publish any of the photos of her since she annoyed me so much—but the fact that she called only to boast? It was disgusting.

I was furious!

So I went up to her. told her bluntly, “Stop attempting to make my mother look bad. Not only is it unwelcome, but it’s also not humorous or cute.

I also told my father. His answer? A shrug.

“She is just like that. She’s making an effort to be friendly. You might be overly sensitive.

Too delicate? Correct.

Jerry, my dad’s close buddy, told me that Debra called my mom “dowdy Susan” or “Sad Suzy” at dinners.

She then ventured to refer to herself as my “bonus mom.” I instantly put an end to that! “You are not my mother,” I said to her. You don’t have any bonuses for me. I then established a significant distance.

Nevertheless, I knew I had to include both my dad and Debra when I became engaged to my now-husband, Ethan. I made an effort to act like the bigger person, but I secretly felt depressed. “Please talk to her,” I pleaded, pulling my dad aside one evening. I beseech you. Don’t allow her to act strangely during the wedding.

“I’ll take care of it,” he said.

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On the wedding day, everything seemed so wonderful! The ceremony took place outside as the sun was about to set. My Ethan looked like he was straight out of a movie, and my dress glittered!

My mother’s pride was shining brightly.

After that, we had a formal dinner reception with assigned seats. My mom was sitting just next to me, and I had a unique name card that just stated “MOM.” I desired for her to be present.

This was the woman who had supported me during every fall, every flu, every college application, and grief. She was entitled to that seat.

With quiet jazz playing in the background and lighted tables, the guests began to trickle into the reception hall. I noticed a few murmurs while I was still introducing myself.

Then I caught sight of her. Debra.

I saw her recognize the seat that was set aside for my mother. After making a joyful dash for it, she settled herself in the chair at my table!

My own mother was standing close by, clutching her clutch in both hands. Her lips were squeezed together, and her face had turned pale. I hurried over.

“Debra, what are you doing?!”

This woman had the audacity to smile cheesily at me!

“Oh, my love, I just thought sitting here would be beautiful. I mean, you think of me as your mother? She gave the seat a pat. “All I really want is to be near you. I hope it’s okay with you.

My mouth fell open. I glanced at my mother, who appeared to have been knocked out cold. Her hands were shaking and her eyes glistened. She parted her lips, but nothing came out.

My dad got up from his chair and walked over to stand behind me when I turned around. I thought for a second that he was finally going to say anything. I pictured him dragging Debra away, or perhaps reprimanding her for once.

He didn’t even glance at her, though.

His actions instead caused everyone to gasp!

He turned to face my mother. “My dearest Susan…,” he continued, his voice faltering. I am aware that this is surprising. However, I can no longer sit here and act like this.”

A portion of the nearest room became completely motionless, and my chest constricted.

He inhaled nervously. “My greatest life mistake was losing you. We are both aware that our divorce occurred during a trying period, just as our daughter was about to leave for college and things seemed to be changing. I believed it to be our demise. However, I now realize that it was only a storm that we were too exhausted to endure.

Conversations ceased altogether as people turned to listen.

“I spent years trying to move on,” he added. “However, I kept thinking, ‘This isn’t how it was supposed to be,’ at every milestone and holiday. Today, we ought to have been together, proud of the girl we brought up.

At last, he turned to face Debra, who had her mouth open. “Debra, I appreciate you bringing this to my attention. You reminded me of who really deserved to sit at our daughter’s table with each act of selfishness you committed, such as taking Susan’s seat.”

Debra’s nails sunk into the chair’s edge, and her jaw tensed.

“Susan,” he added quietly, “I’d like to try again if there’s still a part of your heart that remembers what we had. Because you are and have always been my true love.”

A tear trickled down my mother’s cheek, and she gasped, grasped her chest, and began to scream! I also cried, as did a few of the attendees!

Then Debra lost her temper.

“I despise you. “ALL YOU!” she said. With a yell, her chair scraped back, and she bounded from the reception area. No one attempted to stop her as her heels clattered on the marble floor like bullets.

Except for the sound of sniffling, the whole room was quiet.

Then I witnessed my dad softly kiss my mom’s hand.

With tears in her eyes, my mother glanced around. “I’m at a loss for words,” she said.

My dad answered, “Just say you’ll dance with me tonight,” in an emotionally charged tone.

She then gave a nod.

The remainder of the night was a haze. Whispering “That was insane” over and over, Ethan continued to keep his arm around me. However, the affection that ensued—the cheers, the embraces, the tears—will never be forgotten!

Visitors approached us to express their feelings of emotion. “I’ve never seen anything like that in my life!” exclaimed Hailey, my best friend.

I got married that evening. However, I also witnessed two people reconnect after years of pride and silence. It resembled a scene from a movie, but this was real. It was dramatic, clumsy, and full of unvarnished truth.

My parents later came out onto the dance floor as the band performed a slow tune. They walked cautiously, as if they were relearning how to interact with one another. I watched them sway as I leaned toward Ethan.

“Do you think they’ll really try again?” he inquired.

I grinned. “They already are.”

And truthfully? I learned a valuable lesson about love from it. Sometimes it lies beneath years of hurt and lost opportunities, so it’s not always clean. But perhaps it’s still there if you have the courage to look, listen, and speak.

It simply needs to be invited back in at times.