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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.
I didn’t take everything.
Some memories stay. Some you put away.
Ethan.
I stared at his name on the screen for a moment before answering. I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to hear what kind of concern he had. If it was real concern, it would sound different.
“Mom,” he said immediately. “What’s going on? I went by your apartment and there are trucks outside.”
I kept my voice calm.
“I’m moving, Ethan.”
“Moving where?” he demanded. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
I almost laughed. Not because it was funny. Because it was revealing.
“I didn’t think it was necessary,” I replied. “After all, you made it clear at your wedding that I’m not your real mother.”
