In blended families, it’s normal for parents to have different ideas about raising kids.Colleen’s husband keeps giving money to his 19-year-old daughter, who is pregnant and already has two kids.But Colleen thinks her stepdaughter shouldn’t be spoiled and needs to take responsibility for her choices.This disagreement led to a big problem, and Colleen shared her story with us.
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After my divorce, I learned not to hand my heart to just anyone… not even the people who come with wedding rings or promises of forever. So, when I met Nolan, I didn’t fall fast. I let him earn us. Me and Ava, my daughter from my first marriage. Ava, who has my nose and my laugh and a fierce little heart that refuses to break even when the world tries. The best thing about Nolan? He never hesitated. He walked right into our lives like he belonged, like we were never missing anything. He loved Ava like she was his own. Still does. If she skins her knee, he’s the first with a band-aid. If she has a nightmare, he’s at her door before I am. To Nolan, she’s his kid. Period. To his mother, Darlene? Not so much. Darlene, picture pearls and pinched smiles, never said anything outright. She didn’t have to. It was in the way she’d buy two cupcakes instead of three. The way she’d pat Ava’s head like she was petting a neighbor’s dog. And the things she said? “Isn’t it strange? She doesn’t look anything like you, Willa. Does she look like her father?” Or my personal favorite. “Maybe it’s better you waited to have a real family, Nolan. Not… this.” I bit my tongue so many times, I’m surprised it didn’t scar. I kept the peace, for Nolan’s sake. For Ava’s. But inside, I was always watching her. Calculating. Darlene wasn’t a monster, not really, but she was the kind of woman who saw children like mine as placeholders. Still, I never expected her to actually do something. Not like this. A few months ago, Nolan surprised us all with a trip to the Canary Islands. I’m talking about a beachfront resort, all-inclusive, everything planned to the last detail. He’d just gotten a work bonus and wanted to celebrate. “Ava’s never been on a plane,” he said. “She should remember her first time as something absolutely magical, Willa. She deserves everything good in the world.” She was thrilled. We all were. Until life did what it does best… Nolan got called away to Europe a week before the trip. Business emergency. He was devastated. “You two go ahead,” Nolan said, brushing Ava’s hair behind her ear. “Mom and Jolene can help with the flight. I’ll join you if I can.” Jolene is Nolan’s little sister. She’s sweet when she wants to be and likes to think of herself as a singer… but the girl is tone-deaf if you ask me. Nolan looked gutted. Ava clung to his leg like a baby koala, her tiny fingers curled into his jeans. It took all of us ten minutes and two gummy bears to get her buckled into her booster seat. “I want Daddy to come with us…” she said, her lower lip jutting out. “I know, baby,” I said. “I want that too. But Daddy has to work for now. He might surprise us! So, we always have to be ready for him to show up, okay?” She smiled at me and nodded slowly. And that’s how I ended up in a rental car, the early morning sun slicing through the windshield, with Ava in the back humming her favorite song, her pink neck pillow around her shoulders, and her boarding pass clutched like treasure. “Daddy said I had to keep it safe,” she said when I asked her about it. Darlene was in the passenger seat, silent but smiling. Jolene sang along to the radio and scrolled endlessly in the back. Halfway to the airport, Darlene broke the silence. “Can you roll the windows down?” she asked. “It’s a bit stuffy here.” I cracked mine slightly. I preferred the AC but Darlene had issues with it and her skin. “Much better,” she sighed and leaned toward Ava. “Sweetheart, let me see your ticket for a second. I just want to double-check the gate.” Ava hesitated, then looked at me. I gave her a little nod. She handed it over. Darlene took it with a delicate, practiced grip. She examined it. She smiled at something only she seemed to see. Then, just like that, she let it slip. A flutter of paper. A gasp of air. And the ticket soared out the window, caught in the wind like a bird freed from a cage. “My ticket!” Ava screamed from the backseat. “Well… isn’t that just a cruel twist of fate?” Darlene said. And then she smiled at me. Like she’d won. I slammed on the brakes. Jolene gasped. “Look, I think fate just didn’t want the two of you to go,” Darlene continued. She said it like she was talking about the weather. No regret. No panic. Just calm, casual cruelty. I looked at her. Like I really looked at her. And I saw it. The satisfaction behind her eyes. That ticket didn’t slip out the window. It was sent out the window. I almost lost it. My fingers clenched the steering wheel hard enough to ache. But I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. Instead, I breathed in, long and slow. “You know what?” I said, my voice sweet and calm. “Maybe you’re right. Fate has a funny way of working.” I glanced at Jolene from the rear-view mirror. She looked frozen, … (continue reading in the 1st comment)
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