called. “I’m getting married,” he announced. “It’s a destination wedding in Costa Rica.
Kelsey and I are hoping family can help out… financially.” I asked if I was invited. He said no—“only close family.” But he still wanted my money. I declined.
He hung up. David was furious. “This was your chance to fix things!” he snapped.
“Maybe I should reconsider our marriage.”
So I invited them to dinner—Josh, Kelsey, and David. After a meal filled with awkward small talk, I handed Josh a folder with a generous check and a contract. “You’ll call me Mom.
Include me in holidays. Treat me with respect,” I said. Josh, eyes locked on the check, signed.
Then I tossed it all into the fireplace. From under the key bowl, I pulled out divorce papers. “I’ve also reconsidered,” I said, placing them in front of David.
Some things can’t be bought. But sometimes, the price reveals the truth.
