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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.
A long silence filled the line.
“Mom, don’t be dramatic,” he finally said. “You know I love you. Carol is just like a second mother.”
He said it like he was trying to soften the insult with vocabulary.
I felt something settle in my chest, heavy and final.
“If you need to reach me,” I said, “contact Mr. Miller. He has my updated information.”
His voice sharpened. “Why do you have a lawyer?”
“I’m putting my affairs in order,” I replied. “That’s what responsible people do.”
He sounded uneasy now. “Mom, you’re scaring me.”
I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t argue. I just told the truth.
“You should be scared,” I said softly. “Not of me. Of what you’ve chosen to become.”
