The Invisibility Cloak

I was reading a blog post called “Ean’s Mom vs Silence aka If We Don’t Acknowledge the Stepmother, Maybe She Won’t Be There

She writes:

You can tell me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think there is a stepmom who has not experienced the following scenario. You attended an event to showcase your stepchild. Someone, who did not know you, saw you with the child and was probably assuming that you were the mom. They approached smiling broadly. Then, you got introduced. “Meet my stepmom!” Smile vanished. Poof! Get your invisibility cloak.

Oh I just about leapt for joy. Do you know how nice it is, to know that there is someone else out there that understands? That is going through the same things you are? It makes you feel normal, that it’s not just you that is the smelly kid, but that it’s every stepmum out there!

And why?

Why are we treated we have leprosy? Because we took on kids that weren’t ours? Because we opened our homes, hearts, lives and took in another woman’s kids? Yes we’re nuts, but we’re nuts in a good way.