My 25-year-old son married a kind 23-year-old woman named Tina. At first, everything seemed perfect, and they had a baby boy together.
But over time, Tina told me my son had been unfaithful—multiple times, and she even had proof. I was devastated and ashamed of him. I told her I would support her if she chose to leave, but she kept forgiving him, hoping things would change.
Eventually, my son called and said he was divorcing her because he had “found someone better.” Soon after, Tina was left alone with their baby, struggling in a small apartment.
Then he invited us to his new wedding. When I asked why he destroyed his marriage, he casually said Tina was “good, but not enough.”
I hung up, disgusted.
On the wedding day, my husband and I didn’t go to the ceremony—we went to Tina instead. She was alone, exhausted, with her crying baby. We helped her clean, cared for the child, and gave her some comfort and support.
Later, when my son called angry, I told him I was with his ex-wife because what he did was wrong and I was ashamed of him.
He cut contact with us after that. I don’t know if I overreacted—but when I look at Tina struggling alone, I feel I did what was right.