My step father's attitude

s walking on eggshells. John tried to make small talk, asking me about my interests and hobbies. But I was monosyllabic, answering his questions with a simple "yes" or "no." John seemed to sens

sweetie," she said, trying to sound cheerful. "How was the camping trip?" I shrugged. "It was okay, I guess." John intervened, his voice stern. "Actually, it wasn't okay. Your son here was very disobedient. He refused to listen to me, refused to follow the rules." My mother's face fell, and she looked at me with disappointment. "Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry to hear that. You need to learn to respect John." I felt a surge of anger, but I bit my tongue. I knew that arguing with my mother would only make things worse. So I sat ther