My stepmother secretly sprayed my prom dress—my dead mother’s last gift—with a corrosive chemical to burn my skin in front of 500 people. At Prom, my stepmother wore an exact replica of my dress, hijacked the stage, and announced she was legally stealing my trust fund. “Come hug your new mother,” she sneered. My cowardly father watched. I walked on stage, flipped my dress inside out. And what my date and I did next left 500 people staring in sh0ck.

The silence in our house after my mother, Kathy, died wasn’t empty. It was heavy, like the air right before a thunderstorm, thick with the scent of her lavender soap that still lingered in the hallway bathroom. I used to stand in the doorway just to breathe it in, a pathetic attempt to convince my […] The post My stepmother secretly sprayed my prom dress—my dead mother’s last gift—with a corrosive…