My ex has been remarried for 8 years, but I’ve never liked his wife.She’s always beenold,condescending — the kind of person who walks into a room and makes it colder just by being there. And no matter how much time passed, I couldn’t bring myself to accept her, especially not around my son.When our 18-year-old’s graduation came up — a moment I’d waited for his entire life — I made one request:Please don’t bring her.
This day is about our son. About us.”To my surprise, he agreed without much pushback.It felt like a small victory. I thought, Good. This day will be about family — the real kind.The ceremony was beautiful. I cried. I cheered. I took photos like my heart would burst with pride. Everything felt perfect.But as the event ended, my son turned to me. His smile had faded a little, and his voice was calm but serious.He looked me straight in the eye and said:“