My mother cares more about her fucked up fiance than me and my sister. We lost our dad almost 7 years ago now, and when he passed, my mother wasn't here for her or me; I raised my sister from then to even now. I've taught her all the values and rights and wrongs she knows, I help with her school work, make sure she does everything right. I was there. My mother wasn't. My mother still isn't here. She is awesome sometimes though, for like a week. It feels like she is mother of the year for a week; though, it takes a very steep slope down the fucked up rabbit whole of the other man whom she makes us call step-dad. The day my father died I vowed I would never call another person dad or step-dad. Here I am though, forced to call this narcissistic asshole a "step-dad". I'm just so tired of being put last, and I feel like my mother should always put her children first. But she never does. It goes fiance-animals-sister-me. IM SO SICK OF ITTTTT