But little did I know my dream would come true in a way I could never have expected.
For most of my life, I’ve been lucky. I had a loving husband, two wonderful kids, and a home that was always warm and full of laughter.My husband, Daniel, was the kind of man who knew how to make life feel steady and secure. When he passed away three years ago, it felt like the ground beneath my feet had crumbled.
Since then, I’ve done my best to keep moving forward, even though some days are harder than others.
Bella, my daughter, has been a bright spot in my life. She’s always been my dependable, hardworking child. Even as a little girl, she took pride in doing her best at school.It wasn’t a surprise when she graduated at the top of her class and landed a great job in another city. Bella’s single now, and while I sometimes wish she’d settle down, I’ve never had to worry about her.
She’s always been focused and capable.
Then there’s Ryan, my youngest. Ryan has always been a free spirit.As a kid, he had zero interest in school. His world revolved around video games, comic books, and goofing around with his friends. Back then, getting him to do his homework was like negotiating with a stubborn mule.
But something changed when he hit his late teens. Maybe it was seeing his friends get serious about their futures, or he just realized he couldn’t play video games for a living.
Whatever it was, Ryan started putting in the effort. He eventually graduated with a diploma and landed a stable job.He wasn’t going to be the next CEO of a tech company, but he was responsible and earning a paycheck, and that was enough for me.Ryan’s big passion now is traveling. He’s always saving up for trips, exploring new places, and returning with stories of his adventures.
It makes me happy to see him so excited about life, even though I secretly wish he’d spend less time planning trips and more time thinking about his future.At 30, he’s still living at home with me, which I don’t mind. After Daniel’s passing, having Ryan around has been a comfort.
But like any mother, I want more for him. I want him to find someone who makes him happy. Someone he could share his life with.
“Ryan,” I’d ask him every now and then, “Is there anyone special in your life?”
He’d laugh and wave me off. “Mom, you’ll be the first to know.”
I don’t know if I was the first to know, but he told me about it after returning from France.
He opened up during dinner one day.
“So, Mom,” he started, poking at his plate with his fork, “I met someone on my trip.”
He told me her name was Lydia, and he met her in an art gallery in Paris.
“She’s smart, funny, and we just… clicked,” he said, his face lighting up.
“And what does she do?” I asked, eager to know more.
“She curates art collections for high-profile clients. She’s incredibly knowledgeable about the art world, and I love how passionate she is about what she does.”
“She sounds amazing!” I exclaimed. “When can I meet her?”“Not yet,” he replied, shaking his head. “I want to take my time, Mom. Get to know her better first.”That was enough for me. For months, I dreamed about the day Ryan would introduce me to this incredible woman.I imagined her as young, vibrant, and full of energy. I had no idea my expectations would soon shatter in ways I couldn’t have anticipated.
Months after Ryan first mentioned Lydia, he came to me with a wide grin.“Mom,” he said, standing in the doorway with his hands stuffed in his pockets, “I think it’s time you met Lydia.”
“Really? That’s wonderful, Ryan!” I clapped my hands together, already imagining the young, bright-eyed woman who’d won my son’s heart.”She’s free this Friday,” he said. “Maybe we could all have dinner together?”
“Of course!” I agreed instantly. “I’ll make lasagna. Everyone loves lasagna.”
When Friday came, I could barely contain my excitement. The lasagna was in the oven, the table was set with my finest dishes, and I was putting the finishing touches on a salad when the doorbell rang.
“That must be her!” I called out.
Ryan jumped up to answer the door while I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel. I was super excited, but I froze as soon as I stepped into the living room.
Standing there was Lydia. But she wasn’t the young, fresh-faced woman I’d imagined.
She was mature. Only five years younger than me, if I had to guess.Her hair was perfectly styled, and she wore a sleek outfit that screamed sophistication. She looked more like a woman who should be attending a wine-and-cheese party with me than dating my son.”Mom, this is Lydia,” Ryan said, beaming with pride.”Hello, Celine!” Lydia greeted me with an enthusiastic smile, extending her hand.”Hi,” I managed to murmur and shook her hand weakly.
Ryan didn’t seem to notice my shock. He led Lydia into the dining room, chatting about their day as if everything were perfectly normal.
I nearly choked on my water. “Move in? With us?”
I always felt happy whenever he talked about his love for Lydia, but this time, I felt disgusted. How could he be happy with a woman almost my age?
The rest of the dinner was a blur. I nodded and smiled, but my thoughts were elsewhere.
Later that night, as I lay in bed, I wrestled with my feelings. Should I tell Ryan how I felt? Would he listen if I did? Or would he push me away?
One thought kept coming back to me.
Lydia monopolized the bathroom every morning, leaving me with just a few minutes to get ready for the day. She used the groceries I bought but only cooked for herself and Ryan, never asking if I wanted to join.
Later that evening, I voiced my concerns, thinking my son would understand them.
“Celine, I thought you’d appreciate the changes,” Lydia chimed in. “The house needed a bit of an update.”“It’s my house,” I said firmly. “And I like it the way it is.”But Lydia wasn’t one to back down.
A few days later, she casually suggested over breakfast, “You know, Celine, you have a great basement. It’ll be perfect for you. Or maybe you could stay with your single daughter. You see, I need a room for my office so I was thinking we could take the master bedroom when you leave.”
“Mom, it’s not a bad idea,” Ryan said. “Lydia needs space for her work, and you’ve been saying Bella misses you.”
I stared at them, unable to believe my son and his girlfriend wanted me to give up the home Daniel and I had built together.
I wanted to fight and tell Lydia to leave my house, but I didn’t. Instead, I did something they didn’t expect.
I signed the house over to Ryan.
Lydia had assumed the house was fully paid off, and Ryan, as clueless as ever, hadn’t known we still had payments.
“Well,” I said calmly, “you wanted to be the lady of the house. Now act like one.”
“You can’t do this!” she protested.“Being a homeowner isn’t just about redecorating, Lydia. It’s about managing everything. You should’ve thought about this before asking me to hand over the house. Welcome to the real world!”
Lydia and Ryan begged me to take the house back, which I did. But the damage was done.I’d learned a hard truth about my son and his priorities. And while I still love him, I’ve decided to start loving myself more.
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