I'm from my dad's second marriage. His parents never accepted me, my sister or my mother, and when I had to live with them in Colorado while my parents looked for a house in California, their dislike of us became even more obvious. It was awful for a nine year old girl to feel like a second class grandchild all the time and to hear my grandmother saying unkind things about my mother.
My stepmothers mother felt it was necessary to speak vile words about my mother. I got pretty darn angry and had a huge fight with her and told her not to talk about my Mom again. Then had a bigger fight with my stepmother and father over it. Today I don't speak to my father and don't know whether he's alive or dead. The saddest part is I adored him when I was little, now I no longer care. My stepdad is my real dad.
It's terrible of adults to put children in that situation.
