Fat stepmonster hell, part 1: back story. Apologies for the length. TL; DR: fat stepmonster is a fat awful person, dad is a fucking idiot.  My parents had me and married when they were 18. My brother was born a year later. They separated when I was 12, March, '00. No big deal. My parents were more concerned with partying than they ever were with parenting, and they fought all the time when they were together, so by the time the separation finally happened... I was ecstatic.  After the separation, my brother and I lived with my dad. We spent three or four months bouncing around between my grandparents and some other family. My dad is a heavy machinery operator and works out of town, he'd be gone for weeks (sometimes months) at a time. Then he started dating. The first girlfriend didn't last long. July '00 to November' 00. She was an out of work alcoholic trying to take care of her diabetic mother... constantly asking dad for money that he didn't have. (Dad was also paying child support to my mom, even though we didn't live with her, plus paying off a bunch of debt my mom had left him with.) The second girlfriend has lasted entirely too long; 14 years and counting. My dad started dating her within weeks of breaking up with the other woman. December, '00. But his idea of dating was to basically shack up with her... I guess his thinking was that he should have someone around to look after his kids while he was working. I really have no idea.  I hated her from the beginning. She was/ is a fat, ugly, couch potato, alcoholic, drug addict, do nothing bitch. She's the kind of fat person who has normal sized legs, but huge upper body. Big fat belly, fat arms, fat neck and face. Selfies only ever include her face... in which she always has that surprised/ pouty lip expression. Always.  I kept hoping my dad would see what an awful bitch she was, but he didn't. At one point he defended her to me. "Just give her a chance. She's a really nice lady and she does a lot for you. She just wants to be part of our family." Like fuck. At that point, I was doing my own laundry, getting myself up for school, packing lunches for myself and my brother, and half the time I was cooking for us. Fast forward... July '01, she finds out she's pregnant. Doctors had told her for years she was infertile. Turns out they were (unfortunately) wrong. She was six months pregnant. So fat she didn't notice any changes in her body. I don't want to even try to imagine the amounts of alcohol and drugs she consumed in the months before she finally pissed on the stick. I knew then that I'd be stuck with her. I knew my dad would never leave her. I also knew how awful it would be living with her after that... her kid would be the number one priority. (I know that isn't true now, because she will always be the number one priority.) So I noped out. I moved in with my mom, October '01. It probably wasn't the best choice on my part... both of my parents tend to make shitty decisions. I should have asked some other family if I could live with them, at least until I turned 18 and could get out on my own... but I was young and didn't see any other option. Whatever.  My half brother was born, November, '01. He was super cute, so the girlfriend was slightly redeemed. At least when I went to visit I could hang out with an adorable baby. I still hated her, but I could tolerate her if I ignored her presence and pretended like she didn't exist.  A year and a half or so later (July or August, '03), one of my cousins was getting married. Dad's girlfriend was a bridesmaid. She didn't bother trying to lose weight, just stayed fat. That night, she did some epic level partying. Top five drunk. The next morning she found out she was pregnant. I'm almost 100% positive that she found out before then, just chose that day to conveniently let everyone know she's expecting.  My half sister is born, November '03. She is also super cute. So this is also pretty cool. I always wanted a bigger family, and now I've got one. Still hate dad's bitch. But she's at least good for something? Kind of? (Years later, my half sister is diagnosed with PDD.) My dad proposes to bitch. Oh no. Dear God. Now I have to call it stepmom.  Summer '04, my dad and his bitch helped one of my cousins move. This was a fairly big move, small town to big city. Everyone that helped stayed the night and went out for drinks. Dad and ham invite everyone outside for a puff. Cousin's husband partakes, almost instantly he goes white. Can't hardly stand. He is fucked. Dad and ham won't admit to anything at the time, but find out a few years later because the bitch is bragging about it... but the pot they smoked that night was laced with coke. I guess my dad is a piece of shit, too. So maybe they deserve each other.  Summer '04, the wedding. Stepmonster didn't bother losing any weight, still looks like a fat ugly ham. At the rehearsal, I told my aunt to say that my dad can't marry her because he's gay when they get to the part where you tell them if there's any reason these two should not be married. She did it. It was hilarious. Next day at the wedding, I am forced to walk down the aisle with my dad, brother, and half brother, to "give him away." I am determined to get top ten drunk. I am somewhat successful. Drunk, but not top 10. My stepmonster gets in a fight on her wedding. Punches her brother's baby mama in the face, knocks out her nose ring. One of my cousins (we'll call her Awesome) football tackles the ham to the ground to stop her from continuing the fight. Somehow I am the one left to console the miserable ham. She's crying her horrible butter tears about how this woman ruined her wedding, ruined her big night. I am of the opinion that she ruined the night herself by choosing to remain a fat, filthy blob. I pat her on the back. Keep my hateful thoughts to myself. Important note, my brother has been the hammother's slave since the half brother was born. He is not allowed to have a life. He is not allowed to go out with friends, he is not allowed to go visit other family after school (older cousin going to community college for upgrading, so she's learning the same stuff that my brother is, and she offered to help him with homework)... he is her slave. When she wants to go for coffee with friends, he has to stay home with the kids. When she wants to go for drinks, he has to stay with the kids. When she's hiding in the bedroom getting high, he has to watch the kids. He puts up with this bullshit far longer than I ever would, but in '06 (he's 17 now) he has finally had enough. Moves in with family in another town. Doesn't want to hurt dad's feelings and never tells him the real reason for this decision. March '06, second half sister is born. She has severe eczema. I have NEVER seen eczema so bad. Ever. Her skin is raw and red, scabs behind her feet, knees, just below her bum, her elbows, wrists, her fingers, neck... when it flares up really badly, its on her face as well. She is almost ten years old now and has still never seen a specialist.  Summer '06. Awesome cousin's wedding. She's getting married elsewhere, so we have to travel to get there. Most people who attend arrive a week or so early to help with preparations. My half brother spent the majority of the time playing his DS, not out running around with the many other kids that were around. I spent most of the time watching my middle half sister. My baby half sister was very colicky. When the stepmonster could be bothered to look after her (other family were taking care of her most of the time), she would take her for a drive down the road and hot box her so she'd stop crying. Ham didn't help at all with preparations for the wedding, spent each night getting super wasted and slept all day. Other family were so disgusted by her, and dad was so frustrated with her, that they ended up leaving the day after the wedding instead of staying the last few days with us.