Moments flying through the timeline...
My dad married this woman who was divorced with two young girls. They were very nice, but my sister and I hated them. We couldn't stand seeing them in my mother's house, using my mother's dishes, sitting on my mother's furniture, and getting my dad's attention and affection. It just didn't seem right. I tolerated them as best I could but I couldn't accept them. And I made that very obvious.