
01-10-2009, 04:34 PM
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 | Senior Member | | Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Houston, TX
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was 8 years older than my husband whom I met when he was 17. Because I thought he needed to experience other relationships I left him alone for a few years and even ran away with a guitar player in a punk band. lol But, as soon as I came back to Houston we got back together and he begged me to marry him. I was 30 and he was 22 and his mother hated me and I mean that quite literally. When she found out I was pregnant she tried very hard to make things right but it never quite rang true. My husband died when my daughter was four and I made the effort to stay friends with her until the day she didn't show up to my daughter's graduation because get this... she had given me the wrong address for one of her son's and he never got an invite. So, instead of calling me they just didn't show up to her high school graduation ceremony or party! I never forgave her and sadly to say neither has my daughter who is her only grand daughter, her son's only child and the oldest of her three natural grandchildren. As a mother I would bet that it is one of her biggest life regrets and that she thinks about it all the time. I have spoken with her since that is how I found out about the wrong address situation and I told her I would talk to my daughter and I did but she will not call her grandmother and I don't feel it is my business to force the issue. Hurt runs very deep in women and karma plays a huge role in our lives but no one ever loved her son the way I did. I see the proof everyday in my daughter's beautiful face and I bet my mother in law would give anything to be able to see it too.
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