And my husband never forgave me for it.
For years, he blamed me in quiet comments, cruel jokes, and late-night arguments.
Whenever he saw other fathers playing sports with their sons, he would look at me like I had personally taken that future away from him.
Then my son’s 18th birthday came.
The whole family gathered to celebrate.
Everyone was smiling, eating cake, pretending we were a perfect family.
Suddenly, my son raised his glass and said he wanted to make a toast to his parents.
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