Our Stepdad Gave Mom a Toilet Paper Pack for Her Birthday, But Our Revenge Was Even Worse
Jeff, our stepdad, was always quick to remind us who the “real man” of the house was—himself. He strutted around, acting like the king of the castle, bragging about how he was the one who “kept the lights on” and made everything happen. Every dinner, without fail, he’d lounge in his recliner, patting his belly…