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Jess, 38, feels like she’s reached her limit. Ever since her 16-year-old stepdaughter moved in, life at home has been turned upside down — new rules, new meals, and constant tension. The girl’s vegan, and somehow Jess is now expected to tiptoe around her food choices, her moods, and her opinions.
Hi, Now I’ve Seen Everything,
My stepdaughter Lily (16) moved in a few months ago after her mom died in a car accident. From the start, she made it clear she’s vegan — which was fine by me. But then my husband insisted I cook separate vegan meals for her because “she’s been through enough.” I refused. I already cook for four people every day, and if Lily doesn’t want what’s on the table, she can make her own food. I even told her, “If our menu bothers you that much, you don’t have to sit at the table.”
The next day, while I was making dinner with chicken, I noticed my 5-year-old started gagging dramatically. When I asked what was wrong, she said, “Lily told me meat is gross. We played doctor, and she said if I eat meat, I’ll smell bad and get sick — but Daddy will make us yummy food instead.”

That hit me hard. Suddenly, my little one refused to eat anything I cooked — Lily had turned her into her mini vegan ally overnight. That evening, I confronted Lily, but she just shrugged and said, “I was only playing.” When my husband came home, I told him everything, expecting him to be reasonable. Instead, he said, “Lily has her own beliefs. She already feels like an outsider. If you keep treating her this way, she’ll only act out more. And if she doesn’t feel welcome here, I’ll take her and leave.”
So now, apparently, I’m the villain for not wanting my 16-year-old stepdaughter to call my cooking disgusting and recruit my 5-year-old into her personal food crusade. I haven’t spoken to either of them for five days. My husband now cooks vegan meals for himself and Lily, and they invite our kids to join them. It feels like I’ve been cut out of my own family.
I’m torn. Part of me wants to stand my ground, because this stopped being about food a long time ago — it’s about respect. But another part of me knows she’s a grieving teenager, and I don’t want to add to her pain.
Would I really be the bad guy if I told my husband I refuse to be guilt-tripped into giving up control of my own home just because his daughter won’t make even the slightest effort to adapt?
Dear Jess,
Your home feels divided — not by walls, but by loyalty. This isn’t really about food; it’s about respect and balance. Your husband’s ultimatum wasn’t about dinner, it was about control, leaving no space for your feelings. Lily’s grief has become her shield, and your boundaries have been mistaken for rejection.
Try to separate her pain from her actions, but don’t let compassion erase your voice. You can be kind without surrendering authority. Ask for a calm family talk focused on needs, not blame. And if your husband won’t mediate, bring in someone neutral — a counselor or relative. Making peace doesn’t mean giving up; it means standing firm with empathy.
Navigating family dynamics is never easy, especially when stepparents are involved. One Reddit user recently opened up about a difficult situation with her stepdaughter — a conflict that began over food. She refused to cook separate meals for the girl, and now the stepdaughter’s mother is furious.











