I have two sons. James, my eldest, is everything a mother could hope for—kind, hardworking, loyal.
Dan? The opposite. Selfish, lazy, always chasing the next quick thrill. So when he married Lara—a kind, thoughtful woman—I hoped she’d change him.
But Dan was still Dan.
I overheard him planning a date—with another woman. Lara didn’t deserve this. So I told her. We followed him to the restaurant, then to the hotel.
She went live on his social media, exposing the truth to his followers. His fake image crumbled. Sponsors dropped him. Lara filed for divorce.
James cut ties. And I? I let him fall.
Because if you raise a son who cheats on a woman like Lara, you’ve failed.
I may have lost a son, but I gained a daughter. And I’d choose her every time.