After that, I backed off completely. When Josh struggled to juggle his part-time jobs with community college, I stayed quiet. When David fretted over his future, I bit my tongue.
I had learned exactly where I stood. The years went by. Josh kept in contact with David but treated me as though I didn’t exist.
Then, out of nowhere, Josh called me. When his name flashed on my phone, I genuinely thought I was hallucinating—he had never called me before, not once. “I’ve got important news,” he said immediately.
“I’m getting married to Kelsey; Dad must’ve told you about her.”
“Congratulations,” I replied. He pressed on. “Here’s the thing.
Kelsey wants a destination wedding in Costa Rica. It’s going to be expensive, so we’re hoping family can help out financially.”
He paused as if waiting for me to become excited about the opportunity. Then he added, “We’re only inviting close family, so it’s not like you’ll be there.
But if you actually care about this family, you’ll help make this happen for us.”
I took a breath. “Let’s see if I’ve got this straight: you want me to help fund a wedding I’m not invited to? Sorry, Josh, but I think I’ll pass.”
He hung up without a word.
Later, when I told David what happened, he shook his head in disappointment. “Why would you do that? This is your chance to fix everything between you two!”
I stared at him.
“Fix everything? By giving money to someone who told me I’m not close enough to attend his wedding?”
“You’re being too sensitive. This is about family.” David began pacing.
“I can’t believe you won’t do this for Josh, that you don’t even want to try to repair your relationship with him.”
Then he gave me a cold, lingering look. “Maybe… maybe I should reconsider our marriage.”
My jaw dropped. Images raced through my mind—every insult from Josh, every moment I tried, every time David refused to stand up for me.
Family. What exactly did he think that word meant? That I should endure years of cruelty just to leap at the chance to pay for his grown son’s wedding?
I straightened, looked him squarely in the eye, and said:
“Okay. Let’s have dinner this Friday. You, me, Josh, and Kelsey.
I’ll bring a signed check.”
David grinned and reached to hug me, but I stepped past him. He and Josh thought they could walk all over me. They were about to learn how wrong they were.
Friday evening arrived, and David set the dining room as if royalty were visiting. Josh and Kelsey showed up fifteen minutes late, drifting inside as though they owned the place. Josh now looked like a sharper-edged version of David.
“This is so nice!” Kelsey gushed, though her eyes darted around, assessing the value of our furniture. “Josh’s told me so much about you.”
Somehow, I doubted that. Dinner began stiffly, but Kelsey perked up once the topic shifted to wedding planning.
She whipped out her phone to show us Pinterest photos of floral arches and elegant calligraphy. “We’re estimating around $75,000 for everything,” she said, trying to sound casual. “Give or take.”
I smiled, set my fork down, and stood.
“Give me a moment. I have something for you both.”
I walked to my home office, passing by the watercolor paintings Josh once mocked and photos of David and me—none of which included Josh. With steady hands, I picked up the manila folder I’d prepared.
Returning to the dining room, I placed it on the table like it was a centerpiece. “What’s this?” Josh asked, frowning. “A contract.
There’s a check inside for a substantial amount. More than enough for your wedding and your honeymoon.”
Kelsey’s eyes sparkled, and she reached toward it, but I raised a hand. “Before you take it, I want you to read what you’re agreeing to.”
Josh pulled the folder closer and flipped through the pages.
As he read, his jaw tightened, and a muscle in his cheek twitched. “It’s simple,” I said evenly. “In exchange for this financial contribution, you will acknowledge me as your mother.
I will be included in all family gatherings, including your wedding, holidays, and future milestones. You’ll call me Mom, too, and treat me with all the due respect and courtesy a mother deserves.”
Silence filled the room like a thick fog. David had gone pale.
Kelsey whispered, “This is insane.”
But Josh didn’t shove the contract away. He stared at it, then at the check clipped to the back—made out for far more than they needed, with enough left over for a comfortable nest egg. Finally, he grabbed a pen.
He signed with a dramatic flourish, his signature sharp with resentment. Then he looked at me coldly. “Happy now?”
“Yes,” I replied, leaning forward and gathering the papers, “because you just proved that I actually could buy my way into being your mom, all along.
It was just a matter of finding the right price.”
The realization smacked him like a slap. His face went from red to deathly white. I stood, tucked the contract and check into the folder, walked straight to the fireplace, and tossed it into the flames.
The papers curled, blackened, and disappeared in the fire—and the check dissolved into ash. “What the hell?” Josh yelled. I reached beneath the decorative bowl that held our keys and pulled out a second envelope.
I laid it in front of David. “Divorce papers,” I said. “I’ve also been reconsidering our marriage.”
David’s face sagged in shock.
“What… but why?”
“I don’t want to be part of a family where my only value is as a checkbook.”
I walked past all of them—past the plates, the candles, and the remnants of years spent trying to earn a place I was never going to be given. At the front door, I paused and glanced back. “Good luck with the wedding,” I said.
“I hope you find someone else who’s willing to buy their way in.”
Some things really can’t be bought. But the people who try to sell them? They show you exactly who they are.