Then Donna stood up.
I expected her to argue or make excuses, but she just walked away.
Later that evening, Nathan and I sat on the balcony while Emma snoozed.
“I thought it was odd that your passport just disappeared, but I never imagined Mom would go this far,” he admitted.
“You didn’t want to see the truth,” I replied.
“But this is the line. We can’t let her control our lives anymore.”
He nodded. “You’re right.
I’m so sorry.”
When we got home, Donna tried to mend things. She cried and begged, but then got angry.
“I was just trying to protect my son!” she shouted through the screen door one day. “You’re a bad influence!
You control him like a puppet!”
“You’re not welcome in our home anymore,” I told her firmly before shutting the door in her face.
A few weeks later, I booked a solo spa weekend. All-inclusive. No Donna.
No drama.
And the best part?
I paid for that trip with the refund from the flight she tried to sabotage.
