*This is a work of nonfiction based on actual events I experienced firsthand; used with permission.*
I believe that everyone who is in a relationship should seriously consider what, and who, they will be bringing into their lives if that relationship becomes permanent. I believe this because I didn’t really have the choice to bring Lynne into my life, she just came along with my daughter’s father.
My daughter Tori’s father and I barely knew each other when she was conceived. I knew nothing about his family, his politics, his religious beliefs or background. I jumped into things too quickly with him and I fully believe I wouldn’t have if I had known then what I know now.
It’s not so much James, Tori’s father, who I wish wasn’t in my life. Even though I don’t really like him and we are not friends, after seventeen years of co-parenting we have figured out how to get along well and do our job successfully. However, after all these years, I still can’t say the same about James’s mother, Lynne.
Lynne and I couldn’t be more different. It is very important to her to project the image of wealth and affluence, and as a thrice divorced woman, she lived above her means. Lynne drove a beautiful antique Jaguar, wore designer clothes, and lived in the most upscale condominium complex in her rich, seaside town.
Like I said, I barely knew James, and didn’t know Lynne at all, but the more I got to know her the more I saw how becoming a grandmother was affecting her. To Lynne, becoming a grandmother meant she was getting old, much older than she’d like to project to the world, and she had to do something to combat those feelings. She started wearing more makeup, getting her hair done more often, and became a platinum blond at the age of fifty-five.
Regardless, she must have also wanted to show her friends what a doting grandmother she would be as she started spoiling James and I with gifts for the baby. She paid for the crib, bought tons of clothes and stocked us up with diapers, all before the baby shower.
When it got closer to the time Tori would be born, I found out I would have to have a scheduled C-section, which to my family was a great thing. My mom, sister, and best friends were excited to be able to wait in the waiting room for the birth of my child and be able to see her when she was new and fresh.
Of course, James and I both expected Lynne to be there as well, as we told her way ahead of time what the scheduled date would be, barring any unforeseen complications.
Well, Lynne did not plan on coming. Instead, she planned to have liposuction and a tummy tuck on the day of my C-section, and didn’t even call that day.
James was furious with his mother, and I was secretly happy that she wasn’t there because I had never liked her much.
She didn’t ask to come see Tori for three weeks, after she had recovered from her surgeries.
How would you have reacted to Lynne’s behavior?
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