I married my wife in 2023, and since then, I’ve tried my best to be a supportive figure in her 16-year-old son’s life. I know I can’t replace his biological father, but I’ve always wanted to be someone he could rely on. However, I’ve also made it clear that I have boundaries.
Last night, those boundaries were put to the ultimate test. It was 11 p.m., and I was finally in bed, exhausted after a long day. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was my stepson, demanding that I drive him to the airport right then and there.
I felt a surge of anger, but I kept my voice steady. I told him no—it was too late, and he should have planned ahead instead of calling me at the last minute. The reaction was explosive. He called me a “disgrace” and a “bad stepdad,” hurling every insult he could think of and accusing me of not caring about him at all.
My chest tightened as I listened to him. Part of me wanted to give in just to make the yelling stop, but I knew that if I did, I would just be teaching him that I exist only to serve him on demand. I refused to be his 24/7 driver.
My wife eventually called and told me I was right to stand my ground and that he needs to learn responsibility. But even with her support, I’m left feeling drained. I want to be a mentor and a guide, but I’m also a human being who needs sleep and respect.
I’m stuck wondering if I was too harsh, but I know that teaching him the consequences of a failure to plan is actually one of the most “fatherly” things I can do. I’m not his chauffeur; I’m his stepdad, and it’s time he learned the difference.
