
08/15/2025
I (28F) lost my mom when I was 16. She was my best friend, and when she passed, she left me one thing I vowed to treasure forever — her crystal set. It wasn't just glass; it was her. She brought it out for special occasions, polished every piece, and told me stories about the day she bought it. From the moment I got engaged, I knew I'd use it at my wedding to honor her. Enter my stepmom, Sandra (50F), who married my dad years later. She's always compared herself to my mom and tried to insert herself into my milestones. Two weeks before the wedding, she announced I'd be wearing her wedding dress "to honor her." I refused — it didn't fit, and I wasn't wearing the dress of someone who despises my mom. She didn’t take it well. Days later, I came home and froze. My mom’s crystal set was shattered across the floor, sunlight glinting off the shards. Sandra stood there with a broom, smirking. "Oh, Jen… I'm so clumsy. Guess it wasn't meant to last forever." I walked out before she could see me cry. That night, I called my Aunt Marlene — my mom's sister. She's always had my back, and when I told her what happened, she went silent for a long moment before saying, "Honey… I need to tell you something. I tricked Sandra in a way you can't imagine." ⬇️