Story 07/07/2025 20:56

Living With My Husband’s Stepson—Just 8 Years Younger Than Me—Has Left Me Speechless More Than Once

Living With My Husband’s Stepson—Just 8 Years Younger Than Me—Has Left Me Speechless More Than Once

Last night, I came home late from work. The moment I opened the door, I heard Ethan’s voice upstairs, talking on the phone…

I’m 31 years old. My husband, David, is 52—a successful contractor who runs a mid-sized construction company. He went through a difficult divorce and has a son from that previous marriage. His name is Ethan, and he’s 23 this year.


Sống chung với con riêng của chồng chỉ kém mình 8 tuổi, nhiều phen tôi lặng điếng cả người- Ảnh 1.

When I agreed to become David’s wife, many people asked if I had thought about the whole “stepmom–stepson” situation. I would just laugh and say, “If I live kindly, no one will hate me.” But I was so naïve.

Ethan didn’t grow up with his father. After the divorce, he moved down south with his mom. A few years ago, his mother moved to the U.S. with her new husband, so Ethan came back to live with David in a quiet suburban home just outside the city. I had only been married to David for about three months when Ethan moved in. Since then, the peace in our home has slowly unraveled.

Ethan barely talks to me. When he does, it's curt and cold: “You talking to me?”, “Don’t bother me with that,” or “Do it yourself.” One time, I was organizing the kitchen cabinets and he walked past me, not even looking, and muttered, “Women like you only care about my dad’s credit card, right?”

That sentence hit me like a punch in the chest. But I stayed calm, telling myself, “He’s young. He doesn’t understand.”

Another evening, I made dinner for the three of us. I cooked David’s favorite—pork rib and potato stew. Ethan barely touched his food before getting up and walking away. As he left, he said coldly, “I don’t eat anything made by someone manipulative.”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore and asked, “Do you hate your stepmom that much?” He looked me straight in the eyes and replied, “I don’t hate you. I just find it strange that someone like you would marry a man old enough to be her father. Don’t tell me it’s love. That’s a lie. And stop calling me ‘son’—you’re not old enough to have given birth to me.”

I burst into tears right there at the dinner table. David just furrowed his brow and said, “Ethan, that was out of line,” but that was it. No further words. No comfort. No defense.

I wasn’t angry at Ethan—I was hurt by David’s indifference. This man who once promised to love and protect me for life had reduced my pain to a throwaway line.

Last night, as I walked in the door, I heard Ethan upstairs on the phone:
"If I were Mom, I’d never let Dad bring home a woman like her."

I froze at the foot of the stairs, suddenly realizing:
No matter how kind you are, it doesn’t mean people will accept you. Some people carry deep-rooted prejudices they won’t let go of. And to them, a woman who marries a man 20 years her senior will always be nothing more than a gold digger.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep trying. I don’t know whether I should stay or walk away. The more I try to fit into this marriage—the one I truly believed would bring me happiness—the more I feel like a stranger in my own home.

What should I do?

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