Stepmom Kicked Me Out to a Shed, But My Mom’s Comeback Was Unstoppable

My Stepmom Made Me Sleep in a Shed and Gave My Room to Her Kids — My Mom Immediately Brought Her Back Down to Earth

I thought I had hit rock bottom when my dad’s new wife forced me out of my room and into the shed. However, everything changed when my mom unexpectedly showed up, revealing something about the house that made me wonder if I’d ever feel at home with my dad again.

I had a knot in my gut as I got to Dad’s place. There was a strange feeling. My stepmother Kim feigned a grin as she opened the door.

With a sickly sweet voice, she said, “Michelle, honey, come in.”

As I walked in, dragging my suitcase behind me, my stepbrothers, Sam and Leo, were sprawled on the couch, barely acknowledging my presence. They were both absorbed in their shiny new laptops—the same ones my dad had said he couldn’t afford to buy for me.

“Where’s Dad?” I questioned, attempting to hide my resentment.

“Working late,” Kim said in response. She toyed with her jewelry a little. “Listen, Michelle, we need to talk about sleeping arrangements.”

My heart fell. “What about them?”

Kim looked down at her boys. “Well, with Sam and Leo home for the holidays, we’re a bit short on space.”

“Short on space?” I repeated. “But I have my room.”

Sam quietly muttered, “Had,” without looking up from his laptop. I glanced over at him, puzzled. “What does that mean?” Kim sighed heavily. “Michelle, we had to give your room to the boys. I’m sorry, but they need a proper space to sleep and study.”

“And where am I supposed to sleep?” With a raised voice, I demanded.

Kim looked away from me. “We’ve set up a nice space for you in the shed.”

“The shed?” I was hearing things that I couldn’t believe. “You’re kidding, right?”

“It’s only temporary,” Kim blurted out. “Just until the boys go back to university.”

Searching for some indication that this was all a terrible joke, I looked around. Kim remained motionless, her lips pulled tightly together, while Sam and Leo simply grinned.

“Where’s Dad?” My voice cracking, I asked again. “I want to talk to him.”

“He’ll be arriving home late,” Kim said again. Why don’t you make yourself at home? You must be exhausted from the journey.

Having lost, I hobbled to the shed while hauling my bag in tow. There was a rickety cot crammed amid boxes of garbage, and the inside was small and musty. The ceiling was lit by a single, naked bulb, which created stark shadows.

I tried not to cry as I sat on the cot. How had things ended up here? Dad used to adore me, but things haven’t been the same since he got married to Kim.

He had previously stated he couldn’t afford to get me a laptop for school, despite his pledge. However, he didn’t hesitate to get Sam and Leo new ones. I recalled the thrill in his voice as he revealed to them his “surprise” for them.

“You boys need good computers for your studies,” he had proudly said.

Upon reminding him of his pledge to me, all he did was shrug. “Michelle, times are difficult. Perhaps the following year.”

And there was the trip to the lake. Dad had arranged for a weekend away from the kids, just the two of us. It was something I had been anticipating for weeks.

He had said, “Sorry, kiddo,” without looking into my eyes. “At work, something came up. We’ll get together again later.”

A week later, I came across pictures of him, Sam, and Leo laughing and fishing at the lake on social media. I challenged him about it, and he dismissed it.

“The boys were home for a brief period of time,” he had clarified. “I wanted to do something special with them.”

And this is it now. exiled to the shed like an undesirable pet, and kicked out of my own room.

Throughout the night, I tossed and turned, and every time I moved, the cot creaked. My phone rang in the morning, alerting me to an incoming video call. My mother was there.

When I responded, she said, “Hello, sweetie.” “How’s everything at your dad’s?”

I was trying to be positive. “Oh, I see. same as before.”

Mom scowled. “Michelle, what’s up? Is it the shed, is that?”

I couldn’t get the lump in my throat to go away, so I nodded.

Mom’s expression clouded. “Why on earth are you in the shed?”

I muttered, “Kim said there’s no room in the house.” “Sam and Leo are using my room.”

“They are WHAT?” Mom lost it. “Oh my god, no. I’m heading over now.”

“No, Mom, it’s okay,” I feebly said. But the call had already ended.

I heard tires squealing in the driveway an hour later. With a thunderous expression, Mom rushed into the shed.

She gave the instruction, “Get your things.” “We’re going to have a little chat with your father and his wife.”

Mom stormed into the house, and I followed. “John!” she exclaimed. “Get out here right now!”

Out into the kitchen came Dad, looking shocked. “Helen? Why are you in this place?”

“Why is our daughter sleeping in a shed?” Mom insisted.

Kim barged in. “Helen, you don’t live here.” You don’t have the right to storm in here demanding things.”

Mom glared at her and turned on her. Yes, I am fully entitled. John should have told you. Michelle owns this house.”

There was complete silence in the room. I fixed my gaze on Mom and then Dad, who had turned pale.

“What are you talking about?” Kim sputtered.

Mom gave me a chilly smile. “We retitled the house in Michelle’s name following our divorce. She will fully own it in a year.”

Kim spun around on Dad. “Is this accurate? You were aware of this?”

Dad gave a pitiful nod. “I… I didn’t think it was important.”

“Not important?” Mom sneered. “You let your daughter sleep in a shed in her own house!”

Bewildered, Sam and Leo emerged in the doorway.

“What’s going on?” Leo enquired while holding his brand-new laptop.

Mom spoke to each of them individually. “Pay attention. Michelle sleeps in her room from now on. within her home. Discussion is over.

Kim began to object, saying “But…”

“But nothing,” her mother interrupted. “Unless you want Michelle to kick you all out when she turns eighteen, I suggest you show her some respect.”

Her voice softened as she turned to face me. “Please, honey, come on. Let’s grab what you need. I’m taking you home with me.”

I heard Dad and Kim fighting in the other room while we were packing up my belongings.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the house?” Kim made a demand.

Dad sputtered, “I didn’t want to complicate things.”

“Complex situations? You permitted me to treat your daughter horribly!”

They grew quieter as Mom and I made our way outside to her car. I had mixed feelings as we drove away: vindication, relief, and a hint of sadness.

“You okay, sweetie?” Mom questioned, staring at me.

I gave a nod. Yes. I appreciate you coming to fetch me.

“Always,” she firmly stated. “I’ll always have your back.”

For a while we traveled in quiet. My next question was, “What happens now?”

Mom sighed. You decide what to do, my dear. We’ll see to it that things alter so you can continue to see your dad. It’s acceptable if you choose not to.”

I gave it some thinking. “I want to give it a try, I think. however, only if circumstances change.”

“They will be,” my mother promised. “Your father loves you even though he occasionally acts foolish. All he needed was a wake-up call.

I spent the following week staying with Mom. Dad apologized excessively over the phone every day. He assured me that things would be different and that he would make it right.

At last, I consented to return for a visit. I noticed Dad waiting on the porch as we approached the house.

“Ready?” Mom squeezed my hand and asked.

I inhaled deeply. “Ready.”

Dad waited for us at the car. “Michelle, I’m really sorry,” he started.

I interrupted him. “Actions speak louder than words, Dad.”

With a chastened gaze, he nodded. “I am aware. Please come inside.”

We went in after him. The house was silent, with neither Kim nor the boys in sight.

I said, “Where is everyone?”

Dad said, “I asked them to give us some space.” “We need to talk.”

The tension was evident as we sat in the living room.

Father cleared his throat. “Michelle, I made a mistake. Largely. I lost sight of what was truly important in my haste to please Kim and her boys.”

“Me,” I muttered.

He gave a nod, his eyes shining. “You. My child. The most significant individual in my life.

I said, “Doesn’t feel like it lately.”

Dad flinched. “I am aware. I have not been a good father. However, I wish to correct it. If it’s okay with you.”

I looked at Mom, and she gave me a supportive nod.

“What about Kim and the boys?” I enquired.

Dad firmly stated, “They know things have to change.” “You own your room forever. You are my top priority, as I have stated clearly.”

“And the laptop?” I felt compelled to inquire.

Dad gave a shy smile. It is located in your room. In addition to a letter of apologies from Sam and Leo.”

I had a flash of hope. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Dad replied. “And I was thinking that we could still be able to go to the lake? Only the two of us?”

After hesitating, I nodded. “I’d like that.”

Dad’s expression brightened. After a time, he opened his arms and I entered into his hug.

It wasn’t faultless. There remained much to be done. However, it was a beginning.

I saw Mom’s eye over Dad’s shoulder as we clasped. She gave me a thumbs up and smiled. That’s when I realized I had support from everyone, no matter what. And I would never again sleep in a shed.

How would you have responded in that situation?