Today, I’ve invited my former daughter-in-law and her children over for Christmas Eve, while I’ve told my son he’s not welcome. I’m preparing the feast, setting the table, and eagerly awaiting the arrival of my beloved former daughter-in-law and her kids. I’ve baked a cake for my grandchildren and bought them presents. I hope their caroling will bring a bit of joy to the festivities. I know that as long as I can, I’ll always be there for them.
As I prepared the Christmas Eve dinner, I couldn’t resist picking up the phone to invite my former daughter-in-law and the grandchildren. I made it clear to my son that he’s not to come. When he separated from his first wife, I warned him I wouldn’t accept another daughter-in-law because Mary is still the one for me.
My son divorced five years ago. It was quite irresponsible since he left Mary for another woman when their youngest was just a few months old. Before that, he had been deceiving her for quite some time.
While Mary was juggling two children like a squirrel in a wheel, my son was spending long hours “at work,” which really meant he was with another woman. Eventually, his girlfriend gave him an ultimatum, and he packed his bags and left, abandoning his wife with two small kids.
From the start, I’ve sided with Mary. My son acted irresponsibly. He pays child support, but what good is that? Children need a father and a real family, not just financial support. Ignoring my advice, my son remarried a year ago. Everyone thought I’d accept his new wife, but I refused to. Recently, he had another child, but even that hasn’t changed my view of his new partner.
My real grandchildren are Mary’s kids. I don’t need others. I even told him that. Someday, he’ll come back with his tail between his legs. Meanwhile, since he’s not coming over, I’m spending the holidays with Mary and my grandchildren.
I have a wonderful relationship with Mary and her children. We spend holidays together, frequently call each other, and visit regularly. Mary dedicates all her time to her kids, and as a grandmother, I do my best to help raise them. I take them to my place, provide financial support, and assist with homework. Over the years, Mary has become like a daughter to me. Her own parents live 400 miles away and can’t offer much help.
Christmas Eve is approaching, and I’m setting the table, waiting for my beloved daughter-in-law and her children. I’ve baked a cake for the grandchildren and bought gifts. Their caroling will cheer up our holiday. I know that as long as I have the ability, I’ll always stand by them.
