Here’s a shorter version of your story that keeps the key meaning and emotional arc:
When my parents divorced, it brought relief more than pain. I loved them both, but their marriage was hard to watch. As I got older, I encouraged my mom to find love again—she often felt lonely.
So when she called, excited about her new boyfriend Aaron, a pastry chef, I was genuinely happy. Wanting to make a good impression, I brought wine to dinner, despite being broke and saving for my dream restaurant.
But when I arrived and saw Aaron—my age, confident—I froze. My mom introduced him warmly, unaware of my shock.
“Are you kidding me?” I blurted out. “Is this a joke?”
“No,” she replied. “We’re getting married.”
Angry, I accused him of using her for money. She was furious. “We’re not breaking up,” she said firmly.
I stormed out, upset. Days passed. Eventually, I called her to apologize, saying I’d support them. She was thrilled, and I helped with wedding plans, though I still had doubts.
Just before the wedding, I found debt papers under Aaron’s name and property documents with my mom’s name—but his signature. I ran to the venue.
“Stop the wedding!” I shouted.
But then the truth came out: they’d gone into debt buying me a restaurant. Aaron had filled the financial gap. My mom had kept it secret to surprise me.
Ashamed, I apologized. Aaron calmly said, “Take your seat so we can continue.”
I nodded, realizing I had misjudged everything.
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