At Christmas, I gave my son a brand-new car and his wife a designer purse, thinking love still mattered. Then he smiled and said his wife wanted to “teach me a lesson,” so they had no gift for me.
Louise met me at her office the next morning. We sent formal notices by certified mail and email. The car remained parked in my garage. The purse, surprisingly, was returned in a shopping bag on my porch with a note from Marissa that said, “Hope you’re happy.”
I donated it to a charity auction for women rebuilding their lives after domestic violence.continue reading …
