I’ll never forget the day my mom called me from her honeymoon, begging me to save her from her new husband. Her frantic voice sent a chill down my spine, and I knew I had to act fast.
My mom, Diane, has always been my rock, my best friend, and my guiding light. After my dad passed away, she became withdrawn and quiet, a shadow of her former self. I tried to get her to open up, to share her feelings with me, but she just wouldn’t budge.
That’s why I was overjoyed when she met Greg and started dating him. I thought he was the perfect guy to bring her out of her shell, to make her happy again. And when they got married, I was thrilled for her.
But little did I know, Greg had other plans.
When Mom called me from her honeymoon, she was in tears. She told me that Greg had brought his adult children and their kids along on the trip, expecting her to babysit them while he spent quality time with his family.
I was livid. How could he do this to my mom? Didn’t he know that this was supposed to be their romantic getaway, their chance to connect and start their new life together?
I knew I had to act fast. I packed my bags, grabbed a few props, and headed to the resort where they were staying.
When I arrived, I found Greg lounging by the pool with his family, completely oblivious to the storm that was about to hit him. I put on a bright pink kid’s sun hat, stuck a pacifier in my mouth, and stormed up to him.
“Daddy!” I called out, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Where’s Mommy? I want my juice box!”
The look on Greg’s face was priceless. He was caught off guard, and he didn’t know how to react.
I took advantage of the moment, turning to his adult children and saying, “Hi, everyone! I’m Kayla, Greg’s other kid, apparently. The one he forgot to mention when he invited the rest of you to my mom’s honeymoon and turned her into a babysitter.”
The room fell silent, and Greg’s family looked at each other in shock. I could see the guilt written all over their faces.
I turned back to Greg, my eyes blazing with anger. “You’re a disgusting human being,” I told him. “You’re using my mom for your own convenience, treating her like a nanny instead of a partner.”
Greg tried to defend himself, but I wasn’t having it. I told him that he was disrespecting my mom, that he was ruining their honeymoon, and that he needed to leave her alone.
Finally, I turned to my mom, who had been watching the scene unfold, and said, “Pack your bags, Mom. We’re leaving.”
We walked out of the resort, leaving Greg and his family behind. As we drove home, Mom was quiet for a long time, staring out of the window.
Finally, she spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Kayla,” she said. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
I smiled, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “You don’t have to thank me, Mom,” I said. “I’m just glad I could be there for you.”
As we pulled into our driveway, Mom turned to me with a determined look in her eyes. “I’m done with Greg,” she said. “I deserve better.”
I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. I had saved my mom from a nightmare, and I knew that she would be okay.
In the end, Greg got what was coming to him. His kids stopped speaking to him, and he was left alone to ponder his mistakes.
But my mom and I, we’re doing great. We’re closer than ever, and I know that she’ll always be there for me, no matter what.
