After my dad remarried Carla last year, I felt sidelined and disrespected. Despite correcting her, Carla insisted on calling me by my second name, Eunice, instead of my preferred name, Jessica. This favoritism extended to arranging outings for her daughter and my dad, leaving me feeling like an outsider. Carla’s comments and behavior, including her persistent use of the wrong name, were deeply frustrating.
The breaking point came at the supermarket when Carla introduced me as “Eunice” to her boss. I ignored her until she grew embarrassed and finally addressed me correctly. I told her, “It’s Jessica. Please respect that.”
The following week, at Carla’s birthday party, she made an effort to call me Jessica. This shift, though small, felt significant. It showed that standing up for myself could lead to change, even in the most stubborn hearts.
