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\nMy grandmother was the only person who actually saw me. She frequently took me to her house, where I felt a warmth and love that I never experienced at home. In many ways, she raised me. I spent weekends and summers with her, learning to cook, watching old movies, and feeling like it all mattered.<\/p>\n
When I finished high school, my parents didn\u2019t even pretend to care. They kicked me out and told me I was now alone. My grandmother assisted me in relocating to my new university housing with the help of a scholarship.<\/p>\n
That scholarship was my sole escape route. When I turned 18, I refused to receive any more money from her. She\u2019d already done enough for me. When I acquired a decent job after graduation, I was happy to be able to give back to her.
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\nI married Henry. My grandmother never liked him. She always claimed that there was something unusual about him, but I believed he loved me.<\/p>\n
Recently, Grandma hadn\u2019t been feeling well. I had a knot in my gut as I drove to her house. I knew I had to see her. Now she needed me, just as I had always needed her.<\/p>\n
We were sitting at the kitchen table sipping tea. My grandma stirred her tea gently, then looked up to ask, \u201cAre you still with Henry?\u201d<\/p>\n
I was stuck for a moment, gripping the cup tightly. \u201cOf course,\u201d I replied. \u201cWe are married.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her gaze did not shift. \u201cAnd his adventures?\u201d<\/p>\n
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. \u201cHe promised me he wouldn\u2019t cheat on me again,\u201d I told her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you believe him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying,\u201d I mumbled. \u201cHe loves me. I need to believe him.\u201d Then I added, \u201cI\u2019m pregnant. I want my son to have a father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression did not change. \u201cThat\u2019s not love, May,\u201d she murmured.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe sees me,\u201d I said, trying to convince both of us.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why do you spend so much time with your parents and Stacy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI also speak to them,\u201d I said. \u201cJust not as much.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sighed. \u201cI don\u2019t want to disturb you, but my friend spotted Henry and Stacy together. They were in a restaurant.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach twisted. I could hardly breathe. \u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d I asked in a shaky voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe Stacy couldn\u2019t stand you being happy,\u201d she added softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s ridiculous!\u201d I exclaimed. \u201cI don\u2019t want to talk about this.\u201d<\/p>\n
But as I drove home, rage bubbled inside me. This time, Grandma had crossed a line.<\/p>\n
When I arrived, something felt off. Then I heard noises from upstairs. My heart pounded as I climbed the stairs. My hands shook as I opened the bedroom door\u2014and froze.<\/p>\n
Henry and Stacy. In my bed.
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\nMy eyes filled with tears. I stood frozen. Henry saw me first. His eyes widened. He leapt from the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMay! What are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat am I doing in my own house?\u201d I shouted.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were supposed to be at your grandmother\u2019s house,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s your excuse?\u201d I asked, stunned. \u201cI caught you in bed with my sister!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what?\u201d Stacy said, smiling cruelly. \u201cI\u2019m better than you. Always have been.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow dare you!\u201d I whispered, enraged.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s true,\u201d Henry added coldly. \u201cStacy is prettier. She keeps fit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he doesn\u2019t work!\u201d I shouted.<\/p>\n
\u201cHaving a job doesn\u2019t matter,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd let\u2019s be honest\u2014you\u2019ve gained weight.\u201d<\/p>\n
I instinctively touched my stomach. \u201cBecause I\u2019m pregnant! With your son!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know if that\u2019s true,\u201d he said. \u201cStacy and I talked. I\u2019m not sure the baby is mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was speechless. \u201cAre you kidding me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe you cheated on me too,\u201d he added.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, of course!\u201d Stacy chimed in with glee.<\/p>\n
\u201cShut up!\u201d I screamed at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can say what you want,\u201d Henry said. \u201cI\u2019m done. I\u2019m filing for divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPick up your things and leave tonight. The house is in my name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I dried my tears and sneered. \u201cWe\u2019ll see how long you last without me. He\u2019s been unemployed for six months!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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