After my father passed away, my mom struggled to find herself again. She refused to go out or meet anyone, no matter how much I encouraged her. It broke my heart to see her like that.
Years later, she started opening up. Slowly, she joined book clubs, attended neighborhood gatherings, and even made new friends. Watching her smile again filled me with hope.
One day, she introduced me to Greg, a kind man with a calm personality. I teased her, asking if they were “just friends,” and she shyly admitted they were more than that.
When Greg proposed, my mom was overjoyed. She was ready for a new chapter in her life. The wedding was beautiful, and soon after, they left for a honeymoon in the Florida Keys. Everything seemed perfect—until it wasn’t.
The day after they arrived, my mom called me. Her voice was low and shaky. “Kayla, come get me,” she said. “I need help.”
Confused and worried, I asked what had happened. She explained that Greg had surprised her—not with a romantic gesture, but by inviting his four adult kids and their children to their honeymoon.
Greg expected my mom to babysit his grandchildren while he relaxed with his family. He told her that as the “new mom,” it was her duty to help out.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Without hesitation, I drove to Florida Keys. When I arrived, I found Greg in the pool, laughing with his kids. My mom, on the other hand, looked exhausted, holding a crying toddler.
I confronted Greg, calling him out in front of his family. I handed the toddler to one of his children and told them to take responsibility. Greg tried to argue, but I stood firm. My mom deserved better.
I took my mom home that day. She stayed quiet during the drive but soon started looking into annulments.
Later, we learned that Greg’s children were angry with him for hiding the truth about the honeymoon. My mom didn’t need someone who treated her like a babysitter. She needed someone who truly cared for her.
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