Diana turned to Dan, ignoring me completely. “I love you,” she whispered. “I always will.”
She stormed out with her husband as Dan shut the door behind them.
Silence.
Then I muttered, “So, breakfast?”
Dan let out a dry chuckle.
“You really wanna eat after THAT?”
I shrugged. “I mean, at least you got something sexy out of this. All I got was janitor duty.
Am I being crazy and blowing all of this out of proportion, Dan?”
He squeezed my hand. “You’re not. She crossed a line.
Again.”
I nodded, leaning into his embrace. “You know what’s funny? In some twisted way, I almost understand her.
She loves you so much it hurts her to let go.”
Dan sighed. “Yeah, but that’s the thing about love. Real love means knowing when to let go and when to step back.
What she’s doing… it’s not love. It’s possession.”
“Do you think she’ll ever change?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I do know this — we need to set firmer boundaries.
No more surprise visits, no more inappropriate gifts, and no more guilt trips. It’s time.”
I smiled softly. “Look at you, all grown up and setting boundaries.”
“Well,” he grinned, “I may be her ‘baby boy,’ but I’m also your husband.
And that means something.”
“You know what scares me sometimes?” I whispered. “The thought of having kids. What if… what if she tries to take over that too?”
Dan pulled back to look at me.
“Then we’ll handle it. Together. Like we handle everything else.”
“Even if she shows up at the hospital with your old baby clothes?”
“Even then,” he laughed.
“Though I draw the line at that sailor suit she keeps threatening to pass down.”
A small part of me still wondered — was I wrong for being this upset? Was I overreacting? Or was Diana really THAT overbearing?
Because if this was love, then why did it feel like a fight for control?
And maybe that was the real problem.
Diana couldn’t see that love isn’t about holding on… it’s about knowing when to let go. That sometimes, the greatest act of love is stepping back and letting your child build their own life, even if that life looks different from what you imagined.
As I watched Dan make coffee that morning, humming under his breath like he always did, I realized something: Diana might always see him as her baby boy, but I saw him as he truly was — a grown man trying to balance love and independence, tradition and growth, past and future.
And maybe that’s what made all the difference.
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Source: amomama
