My son chose his stepmom over me

Following my divorce from Roy, our son, Austin, stayed with me. We created a perfect little world together, but then his stepmom entered into his life, and everything started feeling different.

I was struggling to make ends meet. Bills were piling up, and even working two jobs wasn’t enough to have my household running.

As Thanksgiving approached, I started thinking about the years that have passed. Our table was always full and perfectly set. This year, however, I couldn’t even afford a turkey, let alone the pies and the decorations.

“Mom, are we getting a turkey this year?” Austin’s sweet voice asked. My heart shattered when I told him this holiday would be a bit different, crushing his dream.

Life was hard, and I felt bad I couldn’t afford the holiday my son deserved.

My ex-husband, Roy, called me a few days before Thanksgiving and offered to help me, but I was too proud to accept his help and said I had everything under control. The truth was, I hadn’t.

But he could sense things weren’t smooth, so he invited Austin and me at his new place. I didn’t want to go, but Austin insisted, so I said yes.

On Thanksgiving, my son and I headed towards Roy and Jill’s place. We knocked on the door, and the smell of a perfectly roasted turkey could be felt in the air. And there she was, Jill, Austin’s stepmom.

She was the most beautiful woman I knew. Tall, blonde, nicely dressed… and I hated her for that. Even in her apron, she looked glamorous.

The home looked like the one from the magazines. Austin’s stepmom made jokes that made my son and ex-husband laugh, and I was so uncomfortable that I didn’t even know where to place my hands or how to join in.

I felt like this woman stole everything from me, and now she was stealing my son.

Before she cut the turkey, she welcomed Austin to share what he was thankful for this year.

My boy excitedly said, “I’m thankful for my dad, and I’m thankful for my stepmom who got me the video game I loved so much, and I… I want to stay here with them forever.”

A lump formed in my throat as I gripped the chair’s edge to steady myself.

“Austin, you don’t mean that, right?” I barely muttered.

“But mom, this house is perfect, and Jill’s decorations are so cool.”

Everything felt blurry. Was I losing my son?

The following morning, everything felt different. Austin wasn’t home, he stayed with his dad and stepmom. I spent the entire day crying. There was no consolation for what I experienced. My son chose his stepmom over me. I failed as a woman, as a parent.

But I wasn’t about to stop fighting for my son.

I worked day and night to be able to afford the perfect Christmas for him. From washing dishes at the local restaurant, to cleaning the offices at a huge company, I saved every penny for a perfect holiday.

First, I bought the LEGOs Austin loved so much and wrapped them in a shiny paper. Then, I set up the Christmas tree and put all of the ornaments Austin and I have been collecting over the years.

This Christmas, his stepmom wouldn’t outshine me.

On Christmas Eve, Austin was finally coming home. But, he didn’t come all by himself. He called me and asked me if his dad and stepmom can come as well. Unwillingly, I agreed. At the end of the day, it was all about Austin, and more than anything, I wanted to see him happy.

The evening was a nice one. The place felt like home. Everything was decorated as when Roy and I were still together.

I felt exhausted from working hard many hours, but it was all worth it.

When Austin grabbed my gift, he was overjoyed. “Mom, this is the LEGO set I loved. Thank you so much.”

I smiled, but then, in the next moment, I collapsed on the floor, and next thing I remember was waking up at the ER.

Then I overheard the doctor talking to Roy and telling him I should take rest and eat better. I collapsed of exhaustion.

Roy payed the hospital bill and took me home. There were Austin and his stepmom.

Jill approached me, as though she felt guilty for the state I was in.

“You see, I come from a blended family,” she said. “I never wanted to take Austin from you, you are his mom, the most important person in his life. I just want to be part of his life, but never take your place.”

Her words seemed genuine. I realized she wasn’t a bad person. In fact, she did love my son, I was just jealous of her because she could provide more to Austin than I could.

We had an open conversation and decided not to compete over Austin’s love and attention.

From that moment on, we celebrated the holidays as a family, and Austin shared his time between his dad’s and my place. I realized that no matter where he lived, Austin was my son and I needn’t have to fight for his love.

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Monica Pop
Monica Pop
Monica Pop is a senior writer for Bored Daddy magazine covering the latest trending and popular articles across the United States and around the world.

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