My Stepdad Didn’t Respect My Personal Space, So I Took Matters into My Own Hands

Then there’s the whole ordeal with my stuff. He borrows things without asking—like, not just small stuff, but personal things. One time, I found my headphones in his car, and they were all tangled and dirty. Another time, my favorite book ended up on his nightstand with a bent cover. I try to keep my cool, but it’s like he doesn’t respect that these are my belongings, not communal property.

But wait, it gets worse. The bathroom situation is a nightmare. We share a bathroom, and he leaves it a mess. I’m talking wet towels on the floor, toothpaste splattered on the mirror, and the worst part—using my toiletries. The incident that really got to me was with my razor. I found it in the shower, all clogged with his hair, and I was so grossed out. It’s not just about the items themselves; it’s about the total disregard for my privacy and boundaries.

So, I sat him down and started with the whole razor thing, telling him how it really bothered me when he used it without asking. His initial reaction was, “Oh, that? I didn’t think it was a big deal. It’s just a razor, right?” I had to keep my cool and explain that it wasn’t just about the razor. It was about respect and privacy.