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My Son Took the Microphone at the Wedding I Paid For and Thanked His “Real Mother.” I Stayed Silent. What I Did Next Would Change Everything.
When I hung up, I stood in my quiet apartment and looked at Ethan’s childhood photos on the wall. Birthday cakes. School plays. Holiday mornings. Me smiling behind him like I was proud to be invisible as long as he was happy.
I wasn’t proud anymore.
Walking into the Office Like a Different Woman
Three days later, I stepped into Mr. Miller’s office wearing a navy coat and my most sensible shoes. Not because I was trying to impress him, but because I wanted to remind myself that I still had dignity.
