My Mom Traded Me for Her Boyfriend and Remembered Me Many Years Later – Story of the Day
At 8, Diane begged to join her mom Erika on a “business trip” to Europe, but was left with Aunt Karina and Uncle Roger. “We’ll go to Disneyland when I return,” Erika promised, driving away.
Days became weeks, then years. Sparse calls turned to excuses: Erika met a man in Italy, married, and stayed. “Come for college,” she said, but Diane felt abandoned, eventually blocking her. Karina and Roger became her true parents—loving, stable.
Senior year, Erika called: “Visit Milan! Meet your stepfather, tour colleges.” Encouraged by her aunt, Diane flew, hoping for reconciliation.
Reunion soured instantly. Erika frowned at Diane’s comfy travel clothes: “You can’t meet my husband like that.” In the car, critiques rained: “You’re fatter than expected; we’ll diet you.”
Forced into a fancy dress for dinner with the wealthy businessman stepdad, he ignored her. Then the bomb: “You’ll stay here permanently. My husband wants kids; since I’m too old, you’ll do.”
Shocked, Diane asked for taxi money to “explore downtown.” Instead, she bolted to the airport, swapping her ticket for the next flight home.
Back with Karina and Roger, she confessed: “She wanted to parade me as a substitute child.” They embraced her: “You’re our daughter always.”
Diane cut Erika off forever, thriving with her real family. Blood doesn’t make parents—love does.
