My step father's attitude

hen I was just a toddler, and my mother had raised me on her own. We were a team, just the two of us, and I liked it that way. But now, my mother was introducing me to a stranger, a man who wou

nce in our lives. He was always trying to tell me what to do, always trying to discipline me. My mother seemed to think he was helping, but I knew better. One day, John tried to take away my video games, saying they were a waste of time. I was furious. "You can't do that!" I shouted. "They're mine!" John's face turned red with anger. "Watch your tone, young man," he growled. "I'm your stepfather now, and you'll do as I say." I felt a surge of hatred towards him. Who was he to tell me what to do? I didn't want him as my stepfather. I wanted my old life back, just me and my mom. As the argument escalated, my mother intervened, trying to calm us down. "Okay, okay, let's just take a break and talk about this later," she said, her voi