Immediately Brought
My parents’ divorce had never been easy on me. After two years of shuffling between Mom’s stable home and Dad’s ever-changing life with Kim and her kids, I thought I had seen it all. But what happened last summer shattered whatever remaining illusion of fairness I had.
Dad had been dating Kim for about a year when they decided to blend our families. Kim’s kids, both studying at university, came home for the holidays, and that’s when everything changed.
I arrived at Dad’s place, excited to spend a week with him, only to find Kim standing in what used to be my bedroom. “Oh, sweetie,” she said with a forced smile, “I’m so sorry, but with the kids back, we had to rearrange a bit. Your room is taken, but don’t worry, we’ve made up a spot for you in the shed out back.”
I was stunned. The shed? Was she serious? I fought back tears as I nodded, not wanting to cause a scene. Inside, I was seething with anger and hurt. Dad avoided eye contact, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.
That night, I slept on an old futon in the cold shed, feeling more alone than ever before. The sense of rejection stung deep.
The next morning, my phone buzzed with a video call from Mom. I answered, trying to sound casual, but she immediately noticed something was wrong.
“Sweetie, where are you? Is this our shed?” Mom’s voice was filled with concern.
I explained the situation, trying not to cry. “Yeah, Kim said there’s no place for me inside since her kids are here.”
Mom’s face turned red with anger. “I’ll be there in an hour,” she said firmly before hanging up.
True to her word, Mom stormed into Dad’s house like a force of nature. She didn’t bother knocking, barging straight in with the fire of a thousand suns burning in her eyes.
Kim was in the kitchen, sipping coffee with a look of surprise as Mom unleashed her fury. “How dare you treat my daughter like this? Making her sleep in a shed while you give her room to your own kids? This is unacceptable!”
Dad stood by, looking ashamed and apologetic. Kim stammered, trying to justify herself, but Mom wasn’t having any of it. She demanded that I gather my things and leave with her immediately.
As I packed up my bag, Kim tried to apologize, but it fell on deaf ears. Mom was resolute. She made it clear that she would be taking me back home, where I belonged.
On the drive back, Mom held my hand and assured me that I would never have to endure such treatment again. She promised that, regardless of where I stayed, I would always have a place in her home and her heart.
That day, Mom showed me what true love and protection meant. And as we left Dad’s house behind, I felt a sense of relief knowing that I had someone who would always stand up for me, no matter what.