When I Was Still at Work My Neighbor Called Saying Strangers Were Moving Into My House But When I Got There and Saw Who Was Behind the Moving Truck, I Couldn’t Speak a Word
From the start, Wendy made it clear—my grandson Alex wasn’t welcome. Not at her wedding, not in her home, not in her life. My son Matthew tried to defend her, calling it “an adjustment period,” but I saw the truth: Wendy wanted my son without his past. I stayed polite, played the role of the…
