I Refuse to Have My Stepdaughter’s Sleepover Party at MY House

Alice, a devoted stepmom, faced a dilemma when her husband’s ex-wife asked her to host their daughter’s birthday sleepover. The little girl wanted four friends to stay over for the whole weekend, but her mother refused to host, saying her house was “too small.” Alice declined, believing the responsibility should fall on the child’s parents, not her.

Her refusal created tension, especially when her husband hinted she should compromise. Alice, however, stood firm, explaining that while she loves her stepdaughter, she shouldn’t be expected to take on such a big event alone—especially for an entire weekend.

Some suggested a middle ground, like hosting the sleepover for one night only or proposing alternative celebrations, such as a fun outing followed by a short gathering. Others felt her husband should take the lead since it was his daughter’s birthday wish.

In the end, Alice sought advice because she wanted to support her stepdaughter without sacrificing her own boundaries. The situation highlighted the delicate balance stepmothers often face: trying to love and support their stepchildren while navigating expectations that sometimes go beyond what feels fair.

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