My wife became involved with my stepfather because she thought it would help her get her hands on a million-dollar mansion. What she never knew was that the mansion already belonged to me. I am in such a mess that I still feel embarrassed even admitting it out loud.
Not just embarrassed, really, but humiliated in the deepest possible way. How else am I supposed to say that my wife of seven years betrayed me with my mother’s husband? I am thirty-eight, male, and I had been married for seven years to Celia, who is also thirty-eight.
Our marriage had always seemed fairly normal, with the usual ups and downs that many couples in suburban America go through. Most of the difficult moments came from Celia feeling that I was too attached to my mother. She used to call me a mama’s boy.
I am not going to defend myself too much, because my mother is no longer alive. She passed away two years ago, and I am grateful that while she was here, I loved her the way she deserved to be loved. My mother raised me by herself.
She gave me the best of everything she could, often going far beyond what she could reasonably afford. To me, she was not only my mother, but also my anchor, the person who carried me through the hardest parts of my life. She was a single parent for years, until about ten years ago, when she met Andrew.
Andrew was divorced and already in his early fifties when he married my mother. I never understood what my mother saw in him that made her want to marry again after nearly two decades of being alone, but I respected her choice. When my mother was alive, Andrew barely existed in my life.
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