Many people find themselves in a blended family. They can either be children in the family or perhaps the mother or father but it happens so often, it is fairly normal these days. You would think that we would have most of the kinks worked out of such a family relationship but in reality, we can still have problems that surface from time to time. Such was the case in the following story when it came time to pass down a family heirloom to the ‘oldest daughter’.
There are times when controversy can cause us to do great things but at other times, it is just going to divide us and conquer. Which will it do in this case? Read the story to find out for yourself.
I (35f) have been married to my husband Joey (36m) for 2 years and dating for 4 years. I have a daughter, Emily (13f) from a previous relationship and Joey has a daughter from his ex-wife, her name’s Sophia (14f).
My family has a family tradition of giving an emerald necklace that’s passed down from a mother to their eldest daughter or son on their 14th birthday. Joey has known this since we first began dating and that I plan to give it to Emily.
We’ve been discussing Christmas gifts recently, and Joey brought up the necklace. He said it would be nice for Sophia to receive the necklace since it would show her that I truly accepted Sophia as my daughter, and it’s in Sophia’s words, ” Gorgeous.”
I didn’t love this idea because Emily’s already aware of this tradition and is waiting to receive it. Her birthday’s in January, so it’s not a long way off and I said this.
Joey accused me of favoring Emily over Sophia, being selfish, and told me that I could get another emerald necklace from Amazon in order to make it up to Emily. I told him that simply wasn’t happening, and that necklace was going to my daughter whether he liked it or not.
Now Joey is giving me the silent treatment except for when we’re in front of the kids. He told my MIL and my SIL, Veronica about what happened. They also believe I’m favoring Emily over Sophia and that I should give the necklace to her.
