I’m Graham, 46, and I’ve been married to April for seven years. We live with our kids—my daughter Eve, 15, and her son Corey, 16. Corey and I have always had a strained relationship. He’s sarcastic, dismissive, and often cruel to Eve, who’s bright and hardworking. I’ve tried to be patient, chalking it up to teenage angst, but yesterday changed everything. I picked them up from school in the rain, hoping to treat them to milkshakes. Corey responded with his usual indifference, but what I overheard next shattered my calm.
Corey leaned over and hissed, “You finished my essay yet? I want it tomorrow, or else.” I was stunned. Eve had been doing his homework for months—under threat. No gratitude, no kindness, just manipulation. I confronted him, and after a tense exchange, the truth spilled out. I couldn’t let it slide. I pulled the car over and told Corey to walk home in the rain. It was less than a mile, but the message was clear: I won’t let him bully his way through life, especially not at Eve’s expense.
When we got home, April and I talked. She agreed Corey’s behavior was unacceptable but felt I went too far by making him walk. I understand her concern, but I don’t regret it. Corey needed a wake-up call. I’m torn now—how do I support Eve without escalating the tension? How do I help Corey change without pushing him further away? I want peace, but not at the cost of Eve’s dignity or Corey’s accountability.
I’m trying to find a path forward. I want Eve to feel safe, empowered to speak up. I want Corey to understand respect, not just fear consequences. And I want April and I to be united, not divided by parenting choices. This isn’t just about discipline—it’s about building a home where everyone feels heard, valued, and protected. I’ve had enough of walking on eggshells. It’s time to set boundaries and rebuild trust.
