But then came a surprising revelation that caught me completely off guard. But then came the twist I never saw coming.
One evening, as I was tucking my son into bed, he looked at me and asked, “Can I tell you a secret?”
He leaned in and revealed: “I already asked Grandma and Grandpa if I could live with them.”
My entire stomach dropped. I had to know their reaction. “And what did they say?”
He told me what they had shared with him: “They said… maybe. If things don’t get better.”
I froze. It felt like betrayal. How could My own parents had told him that? I couldn’t believe it. I finished tucking him in, kissed his forehead, told him goodnight, and then walked out of the room shaking.
I immediately contacted my mom that night. That night, I called my mom. I didn’t even try to hide my anger. “Why would you tell him that? Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
She calmly defended her actions. She sighed on the other end. “We didn’t promise him anything. We just told him we’d always be here. He needs to know he has somewhere safe if things don’t work out.”
I couldn’t argue with the truth of her words. I wanted to scream, but instead, I cried. She wasn’t wrong. And that hurt even more. She was being the supportive, safety-net figure our son desperately needed, even if it meant providing an alternative to us.
Choosing Peace
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