When my 6-year-old son Timmy was invited to my mother-in-law Betsy’s annual two-week “grandkids vacation,” we thought it would be a magical milestone. Betsy’s estate was like a private resort, and Timmy had been looking forward to joining his cousins for years. We dropped him off with smiles, trusting he’d be loved and included. But the very next morning, my phone rang — Timmy’s voice trembled as he begged me to come get him.
I rushed to the estate and found the cousins laughing in the pool with new toys, while Timmy sat alone on a lounge chair in his regular clothes. He told me Betsy had said he wasn’t “as close” as her other grandkids and hinted he didn’t belong. Confronting her only made things worse — she accused me of lying about Timmy’s paternity, a claim that left me shocked and furious. We left immediately.
