I FELL IN LOVE with my STEPMOTHER
Hey, folks. My name is Nick, and this is my strange story about my one-way love.
My mom died when I was 3. Honestly, I don’t even remember her. Just some vague images and her singing at my lullaby. I lived with my dad in a typical «bachelor pad» as my grandma called our apartment. She took care of me while dad was at work. My grandma was the mother if my mother. She told me different stories about my family life before the tragedy.
I grew up quite an independent kid and I did not need special care. I didn’t get goat on my dad as I believed we should have a woman in the house. That’s why we never had conflicts because of dad's love affairs. But for some reason, women just came and went. Maybe it was because of me or something but none of dad's girlfriends stayed with us longer than six months. One of them once even told me to live with my grandma not to embarrass her. But my dad said if she didn’t accept his son she didn’t accept him. Of course, they broke up.