I decided to marry a man who had been divorced and had a child from a previous relationship. I thought that if I loved his child, the boy would also consider me family.
But things weren't that easy. I tried learning to cook my child's favorite dishes, patiently sitting with her to do her homework, or buying small gifts just to get a smile. But all I got in return was a terrifying silence or fierce resistance.
Once, my child deliberately knocked over the bowl of soup I had just cooked and yelled that I wasn't her mother. At that moment, my heart ached, and I was speechless with pain.

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That pain was multiplied many times over with the presence of my mother-in-law. She never considered me a proper daughter-in-law. In her eyes, I was always an outsider interfering in the lives of her son and grandchildren.
Whenever Bin misbehaved or was naughty, instead of disciplining him, she would turn to me and sarcastically say, "There's no bone in a rice cake. How can a stepmother truly love her stepchild?"
Those words were like salt in the wound, making me feel like a lost soul in my own home.
I do ten things well, that's for sure, but just one time of sternly disciplining my child, and I instantly become the cruel one in the eyes of my family and neighbors. As for my husband, the man I once considered my only support, he often chooses to remain silent or sigh.
We've been married for two years and don't have any children together, but I'm gradually becoming exhausted in this marriage. It turns out that entering a marriage with someone who has children from a previous relationship means accepting a battle where, no matter how hard I try, I'll always be the loser.
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