My Stepdaughter Returned Every Birthday Gift I Sent for 12 Years – In the 13th Year, I Stopped, and a Huge Box from Her Arrived at My Door, and I Went Pale When I Opened It

I simply wanted a place of my own in Chloe’s life.

A chair at the table.

Nothing more.

But being a stepmother was never going to be simple.

At first, though, Chloe and I actually got along.

I cooked meals she liked.

Baked ziti.

That ridiculous boxed macaroni and cheese she loved.

I asked about school and friends without interrogating her.

I gave her room when she wanted it.

And when she wanted company, I was there.

Sometimes she laughed at my terrible jokes.

Once she even asked me how