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“We’re Already Married, Mom. Send Me The Key To The House In Malibu.” He Didn’t Invite Me To The Wedding, But He Wanted To Spend His Getaway At My House… I Just Smiled, Hung Up, And Three Days Later, The “Wedding Gift” I Left At Their Door Had His Wife Calling Non-Stop…
No, hello, how are you? No explanation, certainly no apology for excluding me from what should have been one of the most significant moments of his life. Just a demand delivered with the entitled expectation of someone who has never been denied anything.
I stood in my kitchen, phone pressed to my ear, staring out at the vast Pacific Ocean that has witnessed every triumph and tragedy of my life for the past 40 years. The same ocean that carried my father’s ashes, my husband’s ashes, and will someday carry mine. “Connor,” I managed, my voice steadier than my heart.
“Yeah, last weekend. Look, Scarlet has always dreamed of honeymooning at the Malibu house. We need the keys ASAP.
We’re thinking of heading there tomorrow for a month, maybe longer.”
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