I’m Liz, 25 years old, and one thing I’ve learned is that love doesn’t disappear after a divorce—it just changes shape. My parents, David and Laura, divorced when I was 15. Mom raised my brother Sam and me with grace and never spoke badly about Dad. Even though things were difficult at times, we eventually found a rhythm as a family.A few years ago, Dad met Amanda. She was much younger and seemed nice at first, though she often made subtle comparisons to Mom that felt unnecessary. Dad always defended Mom, but Amanda’s comments left me uneasy. When Dad announced his engagement, I congratulated him, hoping for the best despite my doubts.At a family dinner meant to celebrate, things started off well—until my grandmother lovingly mentioned Mom. Amanda laughed and made a hurtful remark about her, claiming she was “the upgrade.” The room went silent. Sam defended Mom, and Dad, deeply upset, ended the engagement right then and there, saying he couldn’t marry someone who didn’t respect the mother of his children.
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