I raised my stepson from the time he was four. At his high school graduation, he thanked “his parents” and his dad’s new wife. He didn’t mention me. I smiled, clapped, and stayed quiet, but inside I felt hollow. After the ceremony, I simply walked up, hugged him, and whispered, “I’m proud of you. Always.” Then I sat back down while people whispered around me. I went home, made tea, and stared at the kindergarten art still on my fridge….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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