𝗦𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 Days of Our Lives #DOOL

At my son’s wedding, I sat alone and was served last. What he said that night made me walk out without a word. The next morning, he saw my email — and everything shifted…😲😲…The morning light crept through a blanket of dull clouds, caught between rain and stillness. A soft mist clung to the glass panes while I stood motionless in the kitchen. The coffee maker gave its final beep, but I didn’t move. I wasn’t ready—for warmth, for focus, or for the echo of last night. A pair of freshly polished shoes sat by the door, untouched since yesterday. They felt misplaced now. Quiet reminders of an evening that began in celebration but ended in silence. There’d been no voice calling my name after I slipped away. Only the hum of the radiator. The distant bark of a neighbor’s dog. No one noticed I had left before the first dance ended. By now, he would’ve opened the email. The one I typed with calm fingers but a heart too fractured to feel the pain. Not out of rage. Not to punish. But from something colder than both. I returned to the table. My laptop screen still glowed, a single line staring back at me—one I hadn’t dared to say out loud until now…The cursor blinked slowly, like it was waiting—for a revision, a softer phrasing, an apology. But nothing came. I could still hear his laughter from last night—sharp and cool, wrapped in polite cruelty. “She’s used to leftovers. She’ll manage.” I didn’t react then. But now, in the stillness of dawn, his words hovered in the air like fog that refused to clear. He never knew the full story. The quiet sacrifices. The choices made in silence. The parts of myself I’d handed over so he could thrive. Under the glow of wedding lights and crystal glasses, something inside me broke. The woman he thought he knew—the quiet, ever-grateful mother—she didn’t follow me home last night. Someone else did. At 3:47 a.m., I hit “send.” And by now… he’d read it.․․ Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI