Even then, I tried to stay grounded. Until one unexpected phone call changed everything.
Michael’s mother called to talk about Thanksgiving plans. After we hung up, the line didn’t disconnect. I heard her voice clearly—laughing, speaking to Michael’s father about how well her “plan” was working. She referenced the issues with my business, Michael’s stress, and even hinted at stirring up tension during the holidays.
I recorded it all.
When I played the audio for Michael, he was speechless. There was no curse. Just manipulation. His mother had been subtly interfering in our lives—and in past relationships—believing she was protecting her family.
That night, we went to confront her. Michael played the recording. At first, she denied everything. But as her words echoed from the phone, the truth was undeniable. Even Michael’s father finally admitted that this had gone on for years.
Michael turned to her, his voice barely holding together. “If this is love, it’s the kind that wounds.”
We left without another word.
Outside, under the stars, Michael looked heartbroken. “You didn’t deserve this,” he said softly.
I took his hand. “Neither did you. But we know the truth now. And we’re still standing.”
Healing would take time. Trust had been broken, not just between Michael and his mother, but within himself. Yet, that night marked a new beginning—no secrets, no fear. Just the two of us, choosing honesty over control, and love over legacy.