I never imagined that the man my mother trusted with her heart would become the person who tried to steal her final moments from me. My stepfather tried his best to erase me from my mom’s life, but what she had been secretly planning was something he never saw coming. My mom and I had always been inseparable.
From the time I was little, it was just the two of us against the world. She’d pack us lunches and we’d have picnics in the living room during rainstorms. When I had nightmares, she’d let me sleep in her bed and tell me stories until I drifted off.
“You’re my best friend, sweetheart,” she used to tell me. “Always remember that.”
And I was. She was the first person I called when something good happened, and the shoulder I cried on when life got tough.
When my biological father walked out on us during my senior year of high school, it only made our bond stronger. I was 18 and devastated, but Mom held us together. “It’s his loss,” she said, hugging me tight while we both cried.
“We don’t need anyone who doesn’t want to be here.”
For two years, it really was just us. I went to community college nearby so I could stay close to her. We made pancakes on Saturday mornings and watched movies on Thursday nights.
We’d settled into a routine and were happy with what we had. That’s why I was genuinely excited when she met Donald at her book club when I was 20. “He seems really nice,” I told her after their third date.
“And he makes you smile in a way I haven’t seen in a long time.”
Donald was 50, recently divorced, and worked in finance. He was polite, well-dressed, and seemed to genuinely care about making my mother happy. In the beginning, he was wonderful to both of us.
“I hope you know I’m not trying to replace anyone,” he told me one evening over dinner. “I just want to add to this beautiful life you and your mom have built.”
To be honest, I liked him back then. He brought Mom flowers every Friday, took her to nice restaurants, and always asked about my college classes.
When they got engaged after dating for eight months, I couldn’t have been happier for them. At their wedding, Mom looked radiant in her cream-colored dress, and Donald seemed like the devoted husband she deserved. For the first year of their marriage, everything seemed wonderful.
Donald moved into our house, and we all settled into a comfortable routine. But gradually, I started noticing small things that made me uncomfortable. Like how Donald would change the subject whenever Mom and I started reminiscing about old memories.
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