After divorcing Peter, I thought my nightmare ended, but his mother, Lorraine, wouldn’t let go. From ripping wallpaper to dragging out my shower cabin, she kept testing my patience. One day, she even begged me to help Peter after his reckless behavior led to a terrible accident. I refused—he needed to face the consequences of his choices.
Months later, Lorraine returned, remorseful and broken, realizing Peter had manipulated her too. She apologized for everything, and I softened enough to share dinner with her. Eventually, Peter sent a heartfelt apology, giving me closure I never thought I’d get. Life has a way of teaching its own lessons.
What would you have done?
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