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My dad played the whole "you have to accept her and she is a part of me routine", which turned out to mean he placed her above his own children. She called me the most heartless, mean-spirited person she had ever met. I was going to respond to her comments, but just ignored her. I have an e-mail in my draft box that I wrote awhile back that responded to an e-mail from her in which she put down me, my sister, and worst...my mother. I drafted my response e-mail and shared it with my sister, but she convinced me to let it go as it would only hurt our father and her e-mail was likely more to force his hand to get rid of us after I did respond, I keep it saved for a rainy day, along with her original e-mails, which my dad is nt aware of. She claims we have to like her, because she is part of the family now. I say, no she isn't. She is a part of my dad's family, but not mine. Respect, etc. is earned. If your blood, you may get a free pass to start, but even then you still have to live up it. I don't like her because of who she is and no other reason. I just don't like fake people like her.
It's probably good that you didn't send the email. She would have waved it in your father's face and said, "See! See! This is what I'm talking about," without mentioning that she originated emails which forced you to respond in that way.
My stepmother was never the fake nice person. She's been in the family for 21 years, and she's always been abrasive and demanding. My brothers and I were just about the most innocent teenagers/pre-teens that you could find. We were all Aspies (I know that now, but didn't then), so we acted younger and more naive than other kids our ages. She always told our father that we were weird, right in front of us. She ridiculed/laughed at me for not having my first kiss yet, by the time I was 15. She had been pregnant by that time.

All I wanted to do was get along, but she kept demanding apologies for things I never did. Each time, I would apologize, until she finally couldn't take it anymore. She made up a lie (a ridiculous one, at that) and refused to even take my calls. My father
knew the truth. He, basically, admitted it; but said that unless
I could find a way to get along with her, it was over between us.
The lesson I learned from all of it: You can't
make someone like you. If they have their heart set on disliking you, they'll interpret every one of your actions in a way that fits their agenda. When that doesn't work, they'll invent actions!
I wish more men had the courage to stand up for their kids.