Today, I’ve invited my former daughter-in-law and her children over to mine for Christmas Eve, but I’ve told my son he’s not welcome. I’m getting the table ready, preparing a traditional Christmas dessert, and awaiting my cherished daughter-in-law’s visit with her little ones. I’ve baked a cake and bought gifts for my grandchildren. Let them sing carols and bring some joy to the holidays. As long as I’m able, I’ll always support them.
While preparing the Christmas dinner, I couldn’t resist calling my former daughter-in-law to invite her and the kids over. I made it clear that my son wasn’t to come. When he split with his first wife, I warned him that I wouldn’t accept any other daughter-in-law because my daughter-in-law is Maisie.
My son divorced five years ago. It was incredibly irresponsible of him because he left for another woman when his youngest was just a few months old. Before that, he had, of course, deceived his wife over a long period.
While Maisie was tirelessly juggling two small children, my son spent endless hours “at work,” which was actually time spent with another woman. Eventually, his mistress gave him an ultimatum to make a choice. He packed his bags and left, abandoning his wife and their two small children.
I sided with Maisie from the start. His behavior was irresponsible. Yes, my son pays child support, but what good is that? Children need a father and a real family. My son didn’t heed my warnings and remarried last year. Everyone expected me to accept his new wife, but I had no intention to. He recently had another child, but even that hasn’t changed my feelings toward the mistress.
In my eyes, Maisie’s children are my grandchildren. I don’t need any others. I’ve told him as much. One day, he might come back regretting his decisions. For now, he doesn’t visit, so I celebrate the festive season with Maisie and my grandchildren.
I have a truly wonderful relationship with Maisie and her kids. We spend the holidays together, often call each other, and visit regularly. Maisie devotes all her time to the children, and as their grandmother, I actively try to help with their upbringing: taking them to mine, providing financial support, and helping with their homework. Over the years, Maisie has become like a daughter to me. Her parents live 370 miles away and can’t help her much.
Now, as Christmas Eve approaches, I’m preparing our traditional dessert, setting the table, and eagerly waiting for my beloved daughter-in-law and her children. I’ve baked a cake and bought gifts for the grandkids. Let them sing carols and brighten the holiday season. I know I’ll keep supporting them for as long as I can.
