My Stepson Treats Me Like I'm Invisible Every Weekend 😢

Every Sunday morning in my Chicago home feels like déjà vu. My stepson Jake arrives for his weekend visit, and I instantly become background noise. I've been part of his world since kindergarten, always hoping today might be different. 😔 But after five years of one-word answers and him walking past me like I'm wallpaper, my heart just aches. He's not cruel—just completely indifferent, like I'm some random adult who happens to live here. My husband keeps saying "give it time," but he doesn't see how crushing it feels to be a stranger in your own family. I pour my love into homemade pancakes and planned activities, only to watch him light up when Dad walks in the room. Some nights I lie awake wondering if I'll ever matter to this kid, or if I'm destined to forever be the woman who married his father. 💔 If you've ever felt like a ghost in your blended family, I'd love to hear your story. Sometimes knowing you're not alone makes all the difference. #StepmomLife #BlendedFamily #StepparentStruggles #FamilyRelationships