When my dad remarried two years ago, I thought the hardest part would be sharing the bathroom. I was wrong. The hardest part had a name: Chloe. And she was, for lack of a better word, a lot .
She admitted she didn’t even know why she did it. Attention? Validation? Fear that if she wasn’t charming, she’d be forgotten in the new family shuffle? All of the above. life with a flirty stepsister final better
Our final chapter looks like this: Chloe just texted me from her dorm room (she moved out last fall). She sent a photo of her and Derek at a concert, captioned: “Miss your grouchy face. Don’t be a stranger.” When my dad remarried two years ago, I