My mom’s frantic call from her honeymoon still echoes in my mind. She begged me to save her from her new husband, Greg. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. What could have driven her to such desperation?
As I listened to her tearful voice, I recalled how my mom’s life had changed after my dad passed away. She became withdrawn, and I could sense her loneliness. But then she met Greg, and I thought maybe this was her chance at happiness again.
Their wedding was a beautiful celebration of love, and I was thrilled to see my mom so happy. But little did I know, Greg had other plans. He brought his adult children and their kids on their honeymoon, expecting my mom to babysit. I was furious when I heard this.
I decided to take matters into my own hands. I arrived at the resort, ready to confront Greg. But first, I wanted to make a statement. I wore a bright pink kid’s sun hat, a bib, and a pacifier. If Greg wanted to turn my mom into a nanny, I’d show him how ridiculous that was.
As I approached Greg, I called out, “Daddy! Where’s Mommy? I want my juice box!” The look on his face was priceless. I then turned to his children and introduced myself as Greg’s other kid, the one he forgot to mention when he invited them to my mom’s honeymoon.
The scene that unfolded was chaotic, but I stood my ground. I told Greg’s children that they should be taking care of their own kids instead of dumping them on my mom. I then turned to Greg and told him that he was disrespecting my mom and that she deserved better.
My mom finally found the courage to stand up for herself, and we left the resort together. On the drive home, she thanked me for saving her. I told her that she deserved someone who loved and respected her, and that I was just returning the favor for everything she had done for me.
In the end, my mom blocked Greg’s number and started looking into annulments. Greg’s life fell apart, and he was left alone, wondering where it all went wrong. I was relieved that my mom was finally free from his exploitation, and I was grateful that she had called me that day instead of suffering in silence.
