Every year, my in-laws host a two-week vacation at their stunning estate, gathering all the grandchildren. The place has a pool, a stunning garden, and they even hire entertainers. Honestly, what’s not to like.
My son, who has turned six this year — old enough to finally get invited — couldn’t wait to experience the fun and joy all of his cousins has been bragging about for years.
The invite sounded like a win-win, our son would have all the fun in the world while hubby and I get two weeks of rest ourselves, of course while checking in on him daily.
So, when we dropped Timmy at Betsy’s, my MIL, we knew he would love it as much as the rest of the grandkids.
But, things didn’t appear as we expected.
On the second day, Timmy called me on the phone, which wasn’t usual fro him.
“Mom, come pick me up from Grandma’s,” he said.
“What happened, honey?” I asked, thinking he just missed me and his daddy.
“GRANDMA JUST… DOESN’T LIKE ME. I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE. THE THINGS SHE’S DOING…” he said before the call was abruptly cut off.
Worried, I called my MIL and asked what was going on, but she assured me that Timmy had things wrong and that everything was perfectly fine.
However, I wasn’t at ease and decided to go and check on Timmy.
When I arrived at my in-laws’ enormous property, I saw all the kids gathered at the pool while Timmy sat all alone, crying and trembling.
I rushed towards him and asked him what happened.
“Grandma says I’m not like the rest of her grandkids,” he said while sobbing. “She says everyone is very close with one another and that I don’t belong with them.”
His words shattered my world. Betsy invited my son just to make him feel sad. I couldn’t possibly understand why she would treat him any differently so I confronted her.
“How can you say such things to a six-year-old?” I asked her.
As cold as she was, Betsy said, “You see, I’m not convinced that boy is my son’s child. He’s nothing like the rest of our grandchildren.”
I fumed. “Are you accusing me of cheating on my husband?” I asked, shocked.
“What else explains your son not fitting in,” she said.
I grabbed Timmy by the hand and told him that we were leaving. I wouldn’t let my son stay a minute somewhere where he wasn’t welcomed or loved.
When I told my husband about the incident, he wasn’t really surprised. “You know what my mom is like,” he said, “just let her be.”
But I couldn’t do that. What’s more, my husband wasn’t disturbed and it felt like he had heard his mom’s words before. I was certain he had told him I wasn’t faithful and that Timmy wasn’t his son.
The very next day, I had a DNA test done to confirm paternity.
About a month later, the results came back, showing a 99.99% match confirming that my husband is my son’s father.
When I showed the results to Betsy, she simply replied, “Well, Timmy is welcome to our next gathering, I guess.”
While my husband told me not to make a big deal out of it, I knew I’d never let my son around that woman ever again.
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