My stepdad said he doesn’t eat food.

After my mom, Colleen, lost her husband of 32 years, she eventually married a man named Raymond. At first, he seemed nice—friendly, helpful, and a bit romantic. But after six months, things started to change. When I visited, I noticed my mom looked weak, worried, and scared to talk openly. What really hurt me was seeing her panic over warming up leftover lasagna. Raymond insisted on a new meal every day, and when she gave him leftovers, he got angry—calling her lazy and saying she was a terrible wife. It was heartbreaking to see her like that.