My new husband’s 20-year-old daughter called me “the help” right in front of my family. When I calmly told her not to speak to me that way, Richard immediately shut me down: “She’s not your daughter. Don’t parent her.” I simply smiled and said, “Okay.” The next morning, he came downstairs holding his phone, his face drained of color, and asked, “Brenda… what did you do?”…….