My Stepmom Refused to Give Me Money for a Prom Dress – My Brother Sewed One from Our Late Mom’s Jeans Collection, and What Happened Next Made Her Jaw Drop
“No one wants to see you prancing around in some overpriced princess costume.”
That made her laugh. Not a real one. One of those little cruel ones.
Then she finally looked at me and said, “That money keeps this house running now. And honestly? No one wants to see you prancing around in some overpriced princess costume.”
“So there’s money for that.”
“Watch your tone.”
“You’re using our money.”
I went upstairs and cried into my pillow.
Carla stood up so fast her chair scraped. “I am keeping this family afloat. You have no idea what things cost.”
“Then why did Dad say the money was ours?”
Her voice went flat. “Because your father was bad with money and bad with boundaries.”
I went upstairs and cried into my pillow like I was 12 again.
I heard Noah lurking outside my door, apparently too scared to say anything.
“And you can make a dress?”
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