At 53, My Mom Finally Started Dating Again—When I Met the Man Making Her So Happy, I Waited Until He Left and Said, “Mom, You Need to Know Who He Really Is”
“I know.”
“She felt wanted.”
I felt my stomach tighten.
“And now?”
He leaned closer.
“You took that from her because you needed her to choose you.”
For half a second, he reached the exact place he intended.
Guilt.