“Oh, sweetheart,” I whispered, pulling her into a hug before she could back away. “Listen to me.
I didn’t work all those long hours, skip meals, and pour everything into raising you just to have you shut me out now.
I did it because I love you. And I’d do it all over again, no matter where life takes you.”
She finally broke down, and her tears wet my sweater. “I thought I could fix everything on my own, that I didn’t need to burden you.
But it’s been so hard, Mom.
Every day, I’ve been barely holding it together.”
“Well, Mama’s here now,” I assured her, smoothing back her hair. “You don’t have to do this alone.
I’m here for you. I’m here for both of you.”
“Her name is Stella,” Anna confessed between her cries.
My grandchild, Stella.
After we separated, I told Anna I was staying with her for a while, and she was so thankful.
I’m still here, two weeks later.
I didn’t think my daughter would ever be a single mother, but some blessings don’t seem so until hindsight.
All babies are a gift.
In any case, though, Anna had an advantage I didn’t. She was the result of a one-night stand. Stella came from an affair, meaning a superior at a company abused his power and compromised my daughter.
I was not going to let it slide.
I’ve already called a lawyer.
I have some money saved and found her ex-boss’s wife’s Facebook.
I guess we do have a lot of “man drama” now. It’s just not “Gilmore Girls.”
