My mom has been widowed for 14 years. A few years after my dad’s passing, my mom (F60) tried dating and met Jeremy (M55), who seemed perfect. He was handsome, kind, had his own money, and loved her.
They dated for 10 years. He spent time with our family, going to weddings, funerals, vacations, and all the life events for both my mom’s family and my late dad’s family as well. He gave me the love of a dad.
Jeremy proposed to her, but a week ago, my stomach sank when I accidentally overheard his phone conversation with someone:
“Hah, yeah babe, she really is an old hag to me. But I’ll marry her, you know why. Yeah, I’ll meet you tomorrow.”
I was LIVID. OLD HAG?! That’s my mom, you old geezer!
The next day, I tracked him down to the suburbs. But NEVER in my life had I expected to see there MY
…cousin standing in his driveway, laughing with him like they’d known each other forever.
My heart dropped into my shoes. She wasn’t just chatting — they were holding hands.
I stayed hidden in my car, watching them stroll inside together like a happy little couple. The rage boiling in me was almost unbearable, but I forced myself to think. If I confronted them now, they’d deny everything, and my mom would be left confused and heartbroken without proof.
So I waited. For the next few days, I followed him after work, snapping photos and recording videos whenever they met — restaurants, parks, even the jewelry store where he bought her a necklace just days after giving my mom an engagement ring.
When I had enough evidence, I invited the whole family over for dinner at my place, including Jeremy. After dessert, I hooked up my laptop to the TV and said, “I made a little slideshow for everyone to see how lucky we all are to have Jeremy in Mom’s life.”
Slide one: Jeremy kissing my cousin in the parking lot.
Slide two: Jeremy and my cousin holding hands at dinner.
Slide three: The necklace handoff.
The room went dead silent. My mom’s face went pale, then red, then… calm. She stood up, took off her ring, and set it in front of him. “Get out,” she said, voice steady.
He tried to stammer an excuse, but my uncle — my cousin’s father — was already on his feet, ready to drag him to the door.
Mom didn’t shed a tear that night. She just looked at me and whispered, “Thank you.”
And Jeremy? Let’s just say the entire extended family knows exactly who he is now… and there’s not a wedding invite in sight.
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