Check how your child lives. Even if there is no apparent abuse, it seems difficult to discriminate. No matter how much SNS you’re on, if you don’t show that you’re raising your ex-wife’s child, that means you’re discriminating against her.When I was in elementary school, my mom died of illness and was cared for near my mother’s house. I stayed at my mother’s house after school, ate dinner, and went home after my dad finished work. When I was in middle school, my dad remarried and he had a daughter a year younger than me. There was no discrimination or abuse on the outside, but I could always feel that you hated me. I was a middle school student and I hated it even though I didn’t spend much time at home because I did art. (Morning is on my own, lunch and dinner outside. I would have gone to my mother’s house or spent the weekend in the art school reading room and had a meal with her only once a week.) My education was paid by my mother’s house, so I didn’t even put any financial burden on my family. Before my mom died, I asked my dad to forgive me and left my death insurance money at my mother’s house, so I studied expensive without any worries, which was why I hated it. I grew up in high school because I went to a high school arts school and moved from my mother’s house near my school. After that, I study expensive even though I see it once a month. He was trying to look ugly. He went to college in arts and physical education even better than his daughter.It was almost hysterical to know that he bought me an apartment outside of my house. Now, I only see my dad sometimes and think that my stepmother and sister are strangers. It would have been hard if my mother’s house hadn’t been my fence.I'd rather be a could - be if I cannot be an are; because a could - be is a maybe who is reaching for a star, I'd rather be a has - been than a might - have - been, by far; for a might have - been has never been, but a has was once an are. Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.