“We’ll just play with the dollhouse until you come back,” she said.
Then, we returned to confront his parents. And, my goodness, my husband didn’t mince his words.
“Mom, what you did is unforgivable.
You treated my daughters like they were less than human because they’re adopted. Until you can show that you love and respect all your grandchildren equally, you won’t be seeing any of us.”
The confrontation was intense. Linda tried to defend her actions, but Seth stood his ground.
Eventually, she broke down.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, tears running down her face.
But I couldn’t care less.
Our decision rippled through the family. Jesse, Seth’s brother, refused to take his kids over to their parents, too.
And do you know how karma stepped in? A month later, it was Linda’s 70th birthday, and it was supposed to be a big deal.
We were all supposed to be there, ready to celebrate the matriarch.
But nobody showed up. Paul phoned Seth and told him that Linda had spent the day crying, regretting everything.
“Too bad, Dad,” Seth said. “I’m focusing on my children.
My family is more important.”
What would you have done?
