I’m Jennifer, 25, and I lost my mom, Alice, when I was 16. One of the few things she left me was her cherished crystal glass set, which she always told me to save for a special occasion. My wedding was that moment.

But Sandra, my stepmom, never respected my mother’s memory. She always seemed threatened by it—and things got worse when I got engaged. First came cruel comments, then controlling demands like insisting I wear her old wedding dress. I refused.

Then, one day, I came home to find the crystal set smashed to pieces. Sandra stood there, broom in hand, pretending it was…

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