When I was four, my parents got a split. It was the start of a rough road. Quickly, my dad got married again to Jane, a nice woman who didn’t fit the traditional “wicked stepmother” mold. She made sure my dad stayed active in my life and even tried to get my mom and dad to get along.
My mom, on the other hand, was very angry at Jane and blamed her for the split. Every time they went to my dad’s house, it felt like a fight because of how tense things were between them.
Years went by, and Jane still loved and cared for me. She even set up a trust fund for me. But things took an unexpected turn when my mom changed how she felt about Jane. They got coffee together and talked and laughed like old friends.
I didn’t believe it because I thought there was more to my mom’s quick change. Her actions became more and more shady, especially when she started giving my half-brothers expensive gifts.
When Jane said that her kidney failure could not be fixed, the truth started to come out. It became clear what my mom was up to: she was taking advantage of Jane’s weakness to get a claim on her money.
I found out my parents were having an affair and told them about it. When the fight was over, things got crazy, and my mom admitted that she had never loved my dad and had only married him for the money.
After that, I promised to keep my brothers’ and Jane’s heritage safe. I broke up with my parents because I couldn’t forgive them for betraying me.
Jane’s love and selflessness have always given me strength. Making sure she’s never alone, I’m going to spend every moment with her until the end. There will always be a safe place for my boys to be with me, away from the chaos our parents have caused.
Jane’s steadfast love has taught me what family is all about. Even though things are bad, being with her makes me feel better, and I promise to take care of her and my boys no matter what.
