It all started the day my son, Ryan, brought home a woman about 20 years his senior and announced she was moving in. At first, I didn’t say much, but I had a plan. Let’s just say that by the time they realized the full impact of their actions, it was way too late.
For years, all I wanted was to see Ryan happy and settled down with someone who would love him as much as I did. This desire intensified after my husband passed away three years ago.
But little did I know that my dream would come true in ways I could never have imagined.
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For most of my life, I was lucky. I had a loving husband, two wonderful children, and a house always full of laughter.
My husband, Daniel, was the kind of man who knew how to make life better. When he passed away three years ago, it really hurt.
Since then, I’ve been doing my best to keep moving forward, even though some days are harder than others.
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My daughter, Bella, is a bright spot in my life. She has always been a reliable and hardworking child. Even as a child, she prided herself on doing her best in school.
It was no surprise when she graduated top of her class and landed a great job in another city. Bella is single now, and while I sometimes wish she’d settle down, I’ve never had to worry about her.
She has always been competent.
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And then there’s Ryan, my youngest. Ryan has always been a free spirit.
As a child, he had no interest in school at all. His world revolved around video games, comics, and goofing off with his friends. Back then, getting him to do his homework was like negotiating with a stubborn mule.
But something changed in his late teens. Perhaps it was because he saw his friends taking their futures seriously, or because he realized he couldn’t make a living playing video games.
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Regardless, Ryan began to put in the effort. He eventually graduated and landed a steady job.
He wasn’t going to become the next CEO of a tech company, but he was responsible and made a living, and that was enough for me.
Ryan’s greatest passion now is traveling. He’s always saving up for trips, exploring new places, and returning with stories of his adventures.
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It makes me happy to see him so enthusiastic, even though I secretly wish he would spend less time planning trips and more time thinking about his future.
At 30, he still lives at home with me, which doesn’t bother me. After Daniel passed away, Ryan’s presence was a comfort.
But like any mother, I want more for him. I want him to find someone who makes him happy. Someone he can share his life with.
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After Daniel passed away, this wish only grew stronger. Honestly, it’s not about wanting grandchildren. It’s about wanting Ryan to have the same kind of love and partnership I had with Daniel.
“Ryan,” I would ask him from time to time, “Is there someone special in your life?”
He laughed and told me no. “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 he returned from France.
One day, during dinner, he opened up to me.
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“So, Mom,” he began, poking his fork at his plate, “I met someone on my trip.”
“Really?” I looked at him. “Tell me everything!”
He told me her name was Lydia and that he had 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 prestigious clients. She knows the art world incredibly well, and I love the passion she puts into what she does.”
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“She looks great!” 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 of the day Ryan would introduce me to this incredible woman.
I imagined her as young, vibrant, and full of energy. Little did I know that my expectations would soon be shattered in ways I couldn’t have anticipated.
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Several months after Ryan first mentioned Lydia, he came up to me with a big smile.
“Mom,” he said, standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, “I think it’s time you met Lydia.”
“Really? That’s wonderful, Ryan!” I clapped my hands, already imagining the bright-eyed young woman who had won my son’s heart.
“She’s free this Friday,” he said. “Perhaps we could all have dinner together?”
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“Sure!” I agreed instantly. “I’ll make lasagna. Everyone loves lasagna.”
I wanted everything to be perfect, so I made sure everything in the house looked beautiful.
I imagined Lydia would be bubbly and full of life, a younger woman who would adore Ryan and look up to me as a mother figure. I even pulled out my best dress and styled my hair, making sure I looked modern enough to keep up with the young couple.
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When Friday arrived, 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 to a salad when the doorbell rang.
“It must be her!” I called.
Ryan jumped up to answer the door while I dried my hands on a towel. I was super excited, but I froze as soon as I stepped into the living room.
Lydia stood there. But she wasn’t the fresh-faced young woman I’d imagined.
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She was mature. She was only five years younger than me, if I had to guess.
Her hair was perfectly styled and she wore an elegant outfit that screamed sophistication. She looked more like a woman who should be attending a wine and cheese party with me than an outing with my son.
“Mom, this is Lydia,” Ryan said, beaming with pride.
“Hello, Celine!” Lydia greeted me with an enthusiastic smile, extending her hand.
“Hello,” I managed to whisper, shaking his hand weakly.
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Ryan didn’t seem to notice my shock. He pulled Lydia into the dining room, chatting about their day as if everything was perfectly normal.
I followed them, dazed, wondering if I had entered another reality.
When we sat down to eat, Ryan seemed eager to share their future plans.
“Mom,” he began. “I thought Lydia was going to move in with us.”
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I almost choked on my water. “Move in? With us?”
“Yes,” he said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “It makes sense. She can help us with the house, and we’ll save money living together.”
I turned to Lydia, who smiled brightly.
“I think it will be wonderful,” she said. “I’d love to help out around the house and make things easier for you, Celine.”
I didn’t need help. I’d been running the house perfectly fine on my own for years. But before I could say anything, Ryan continued.
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“It’s not just about saving money,” he added. “I love her, Mom. I think she’s the one.”
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 who was almost my age?
The rest of dinner passed in a blur. I nodded and smiled, but my thoughts were elsewhere.
Later that night, as I lay in bed, I struggled with my feelings. Should I tell Ryan how I felt? Would he listen if I did? Or would he push me away?
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A thought kept coming back to me.
If I object, I risk losing my son. After losing Daniel, the thought of losing Ryan was unbearable. So, despite my reluctance, I decided to let Lydia move in.
At first, everything seemed to be going well. Lydia was polite and respectful, and I did my best to make her feel welcome. But very quickly, the cracks began to show.
It started with small inconveniences.
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Lydia monopolized the bathroom every morning, leaving me only 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 her.
The final straw came when she started redecorating. She swapped my cozy floral curtains for modern, minimalist blinds and replaced my favorite armchair with a cold-looking leather recliner without consulting me.
Enough is enough, I told myself. I need to talk to Ryan.
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Later that evening, I expressed my concerns, thinking my son would understand.
“Ryan,” I said as we sat in the living room, “I feel like I’m losing my home.”
Ryan sighed. “Mom, you’re overthinking this. Lydia is just trying to make the house more comfortable for all of us.”
“Comfortable?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “She’s transforming it into a space I barely recognize.”
“Mom, relax,” he said. “She’s just trying to take charge. It’s her way of showing she cares.”
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“Celine, I thought you’d appreciate the changes,” Lydia adds. “The house needed a little updating.”
“This is my home,” I said firmly. “And I like it just the way it is.”
But Lydia wasn’t one to back down.
A few days later, she casually suggested to me over breakfast, “You know, Celine, you have a great basement. It’ll be perfect for you. Or 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 go away.”
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“Excuse me?” I looked at her with wide eyes.
“Mom, that’s not a bad idea,” Ryan said. “Lydia needs space for her work, and you said Bella missed you.”
I stared at them, unable to believe that my son and his girlfriend wanted me to abandon the house 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.
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A month later, my phone rang. It was Lydia.
“So that was your plan?!” she shouted.
It turned out they had received the first batch of bills, including mortgage payments, utilities, property taxes, and more.
Lydia had assumed the house was fully paid for, and Ryan, still distraught, had no idea we still had payments to make.
“Well,” I said calmly, “you wanted to be the lady of the house. Now act like it.”
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“You can’t do that!” she protested.
“Being a homeowner isn’t just about redecorating, Lydia. It’s about managing everything. You should have thought about that before asking me to let you take 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 had learned a hard truth about my son and his priorities. And while I still loved him, I decided to start loving myself more.
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