While We Were Opening Christmas Gifts, My 5-Year-Old Yelled, ‘Yes! The Other Mom Kept Her Promise!’ – After a Long Pause, My Husband Finally Spoke

At the time, I appreciated the fact that he came to me and raised his concerns. It felt reassuring, like proof we were still a team, still paying attention.

I ignored the little voice in the back of my head that whispered he hadn’t told me the full story.

I figured it was just jealousy speaking. That I was being paranoid.

I know now that I was being a fool.

I thought the hard parts were behind us.

I got comfortable and stopped checking over my shoulder.

I thought routine meant safety.

Christmas morning proved me wrong.

It started out like normal: wrapping paper everywhere, coffee getting cold on the side table, and Simon bouncing around with that kind of excitement that only comes once a year.

All the gifts under the tree were ones we’d planned together… or so I thought.

My husband handed our son a medium-sized box and said, “This one’s from Santa.”

I smiled. We always saved one special gift for the Santa reveal.

It was tradition.

Our son tore into it and froze for a second.

Then his face lit up like someone had plugged him into an electrical socket.

Inside was an expensive, collector-style model car. Simon had wanted one for ages, but Mike and I had agreed it wasn’t worth spending money on a gift like that for a five-year-old.

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