The Ultimatum
About a year later, she showed up at my house, eyes bright, hand shaking. She held out a big diamond ring.
“Mom, I love Mark,” she said. “He proposed. We’re getting married in three months. Accept it, or we cut all ties.”
My chest went cold. “You’d cut me out?”
“I don’t want to,” she said, tearing up. “But I’m not letting you sabotage this. I pick him.”
I’d already lost my husband. I couldn’t lose her too. So I swallowed everything and said, “Okay. I’ll be there.” But inside, I kept thinking: I can’t just watch this.

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