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My name is Bridget and most of my life I grew up with my dad, Jerry and stepmom, Diana. She was a lot younger than my dad, I mean way younger, it was weird to say the least. Growing up with her I learned that she was a harsh manipulative bitch, and my dad could never see through her little act. I was an only child and we lived in large home, the kind you see on HGTV selling for millions, with no houses in sight thanks to some very big walls and a vast expanse of land all around. My mom left when I was young, my dad said she was selfish and she didn't want to be a mother, she wanted to live her own life, and that she also had some problems but he never said anything more on the subject no matter how hard I pressed.
My dad had a really successful import/export business and he made a lot of money. But he worked hard for it and wasn't the type to flaunt it, in fact we lived a very simple life. He was pretty religious actually, we were Christian, born again, but he only found religion late in life. But he wasn't very active in the church besides being a big donor.
He was always too busy working to do anything else, he never even took a vacation, the closest thing would be his trips abroad for business which could last for weeks to even months long, but they seemed more stressful to him than anything. I felt like I didn't really know him, all I knew is he was a bit strict, overly protective and paranoid, a control freak to say the least, but he had a good heart. Too bad he was never around. I wish he was, just so he could see how Diana treated me on the daily.
I never thought it had genuinely evil people in the world until her. She was in control of everything home related and it seemed like that included my dad, no matter what she demanded, however stupid or unreasonable it was, he would make sure she got it. She would insult me, quarrel and yell at me for making mistakes but he always thought I exaggerated or that I was lying to get him to spend more time home. But it was clear that his priorities were Diana, his business, his colleagues, then me, in that exact order.
Diana made sure I grew up earning whatever I had because she wanted me to get a taste of what it was like to grow up poor like she did, she said she didn't want me to become spoilt. So I did chores to earn my allowance each day and if I didn't complete every single chore, I didn't get any allowance for that day, and my allowance was actually less that most of my friends, by like a lot.
My stepmother would always give my dad stories of how she grew up, having to make do with little to nothing, and boasting that it made her a better person, which is why she insisted to my dad that she raise me the same way. At least she succeeded in one aspect, no one in my school would have ever guessed I came from money, and no one ever thought I was spoilt, at least no one besides her.
She definitely wore the pants in the relationship and controlled basically all the spending but she actually was very careful about wasting money, well when it came to everything but herself. She would buy me cheap clothes, things that didn't even fit properly. I was a petite girl about 5'1'' but I was very curvy with a big butt and 32DD boobs, but she only ever bought me cheap unflattering clothes, she even bought me bras that were too big or too small, knowing they never fit right, making excusing like I would grow into them or they would stretch out. I mean seriously, did she really think I believed her for one second. Thanks to that the only thing that stretched out were my boobs which got really saggy thanks to that evil cunt.
She kept tabs on me all the fucking time. I felt like I was constantly being watched. But I could never tell my dad, I tried when I was younger so many time but he always took her side and believed her, while she always made me out to be a jealous spoiled brat.
The only spoiled brat in that house, was her. I felt so helpless growing up, like a prisoner in my own home. I went through all the motions until I found a way to vent and keep what little sanity I had left.
A diary I wrote to keep my sanity where I could vent and get rid of my frustrations and anger, it was basically just a big F U to my stepmom, she could never find it, but part of me wished she would. There was so any things I wanted to say to her face, but writing down every single thing I wanted to say still gave me some relief.
During the weekends, I barely ever got to go out because she always gave me such a long list of chores the weekend was barely enough time to complete them. She said I needed to learn the value of hard work. Ironic since she never let me get a summer job because she insisted she needed my help to take care of the house work, while objecting at ever getting an actual maid because that was wasting money. How my dad went for that I'll never know, since he could afford ten maids and not blink an eye.
She would make me iron, vacuum, do the dishes, wash all the clothes in the house, I even cooked for her. While she lay down on the couch and watched television, shouting for me to fetch her that or bring her this. She began to pack on the pounds as the years went by too, at 5'6'' she was about 200lbs, most of which was in her fat ass, she was curvier than actually fat but to me she was a disgusting cow.
She made me give her foot massages and pedicures which would take an hour or two at times. Her feet smelled pretty bad on top of that. She always waited till the evening when they were sticky and sweaty for me to give her a massage. I wasn't sure if that was just to spite me. But I did it anyway because it wasn't worth the fight, I just had to do what she said to get permission to go out and to get my meager allowance. Given everything this meant I lived a very sheltered and a pretty abnormal life I would say.
---------------CHAPTER TWO-------------
Which brings us to now after years of putting up with their shit I was finally seeing my way out. I got great test scores and all I had to do was convince my dad to let me go to college and I would be free. Able to live my own life and never have to see that woman again. Unfortunately, for being as successful and well-traveled as my dad was he was very backward thinking. Only worried that I would become some party girl, drinking all the time, or worse that I would get pregnant, basically that I would become some huge slut fucking every guy I see.
Which was funny because I wasn't even attracted to guys, I was always more attracted to girls, but I never had to chance to experiment but I don't know there was this feeling I had looking at really fit beautiful girls that I didn't have with guys, no matter how supposedly hot they were.
This was just another reason I had to leave. I could never be myself and I could never experience anything. If my dad even suspected me of being a lesbian, he would go crazy and make me go to therapy to become straight or worse make me get an exorcism to get rid of whatever demon was in me. He would be that upset. The people who surrounded him didn't help either because they all thought the say way he did. I could never get how he went from never mentioning the word God to becoming a religious nut seemingly overnight.
He also wanted me to work under him in the business so that one day I could take over. But I hated that idea, I desperately wanted to get out of there, and get away from them, to be free and live my own life. It was the whole reason I studied hard to try and get a scholarship and leave, unfortunately I didn't get any of the scholarships I applied for but with my test scores and I was already provisionally accepted at four different universities all far away and I had a couple months to get back to them.
The only good thing is I knew my stepmother wanted me gone, she hated the thought of me inheriting my father's company, and I overheard her talking about having kids in the future, so I knew she would want her future children to get his money. And they could have it, all I wanted was my freedom.
I told my dad I need to speak with him and I had already planned out everything I was going to say. When the time came and I poured my heart out and tried everything, promising to be studious and reminding him how I never got in trouble my whole life, I even suggested maybe I could work with him after, even though that was a lie and I knew he saw through that. But instead of giving me an answered her turned to Diana and asked her what she thought. I was feeling good still though, I knew the bitch wanted me out so I crossed my fingers.
She pondered for a short moment and said "You know what the more the think about it, I think she should stay home here and work for you, I mean nowadays even with a degree you can't get any good jobs, and she would gain invaluable experience working for you, hmm, and all those bad influences in college, uhuh, I would really need to sit down and think about it some more and pray about it before I make up my mind Honey."
