In my mind, I can see a support group of stepchildren: Hansel and Gretel, Cinderella.
I am all the things a mother is to any child, save one; I am not first in his heart.
The sequin trim goes a long way.
Except when my husband offers to pay to get him there because he never wants to stand in the way of him seeing his mother.
I feel like I am losing my mind.
I was always the player or if not, the coach.
Then she had a face and neck lift, followed by blepharoplasty and botox on her forehead.
I get to watch him grow up.