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love, guys. Now our next story comes from Tasty Word 2747 from the Am I the Asshole Here subreddit.

It says, Am I the Asshole here for laughing in my mother's face when she said my step-sister planned my 18th birthday.

A little background. My mom and dad separated when I was six and each went their separate ways.

Of course, they had joint custody of me, but they had both started new families. When I was nine,

my mum married a man. Let's call him Robert, who already had a daughter. Let's call her Kira,

who was two years older than me. My dad got engaged when I was eight to a wonderful woman.

Let's call her Layla, who he married when I was 12. My relationship with Layla is beautiful.

She has truly been a mother to me. She basically helped my dad raise me. She takes an interest in my

life. She comforts me. She gives me advice, we have common interests and we do

many activities together. She and I recently talked about the possibility of having a legally adopt me

as soon as I come of age. Doing so now would be a bit messy legally because of my parents' joint

custody. Because for me, she is my real mother and I want it to be official. My relationship

with my bio mother on the other hand is almost non-existent. Even though I was forced to spend

specific days with her, we never managed to bond because she spent all her time giving

attention and affection to Kira, already has her own mother. Even when she tried to involve me in some

activity, she always included Kira and we had to do only what Kira liked. At a certain point,

I started to decline her invitations and often asked if I could avoid going to her on the set days.

I was almost always ignored or left aside and I preferred to stay home

with my father and Leila. My father always tried to understand me, but he also had to honor

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