I did not punish Todd and Megan, not really. I didn’t need to. Living well in the house they coveted, on money they’ll never see, is not revenge. It’s just the truth, standing in the sunlight where they have to look at it.
I set up a trust for my grandchildren’s education, administered by my lawyer, untouchable by their parents. Ella and Cody will never have to feel like a burden to anyone to get an education. That is my gift to them, and it is theirs alone.
Todd has apologized. Several times. The early ones had a question hidden inside them, and I could hear it, the hope that an apology might come with a check. I let those pass. But lately, they’ve gotten simpler. The last time, he just said, “I stopped seeing you, Mom. I’m ashamed of that.” No ask attached. I’m cautiously letting him back in, one honest Sunday at a time.
