If wishes were fishes

 I wish my stepdad loved me. I just finished pulling some weeds off the fence around my parents’ mailbox, as Mama asked me to do last night. Out of the three of their children in town, one other in my own house…just across the street from our parents…I am the one who will do what they ask. I’m not asking for kudos for it. Just commenting on how awful it is that the other two…the Lancaster ones…literally LAUGH when our parents ask them to do anything. So I do it.

But he still hates me. I don’t get it. But I’ll keep doing whatever I can for them, because whether or not he loves me, I love both my mother and her husband.

Why am I so impossible to love?