My 25-year-old son married a kind 23-year-old woman named Tina. They seemed happy, and when their baby was born, I believed their love would only grow stronger.<\/p>\n
Then Tina quietly admitted my son had cheated on her \u2014 more than once. She even had proof. I was ashamed. That\u2019s not how I raised him.<\/p>\n
I apologized to her and told her I would support her if she ever chose to leave. But she forgave him again and again, hoping he would change.<\/p>\n
Months later, my son called and casually said he was filing for divorce. He\u2019d found someone \u201cbetter.\u201d Tina was left alone with a one-year-old, struggling to survive in a tiny rented room.<\/p>\n
Then my son invited us to his new wedding.<\/p>\n
When I asked why he cheated, he laughed. \u201cTina was great, but I deserve better.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something broke inside me.<\/p>\n
On his wedding day, my husband and I went to Tina\u2019s place instead. We helped with the baby, brought food, and gave her a few hours of peace.<\/p>\n
When my son called demanding where we were, I said, \u201cI\u2019m with your ex-wife. You were a terrible husband, and I\u2019m ashamed of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hasn\u2019t spoken to us since.<\/p>\n
Sometimes I wonder if I overreacted. But when I see Tina still trying her best, I know I did the right thing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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