They say betrayal cuts deepest when it comes from family — I learned that the hard way. But just when I thought I’d lost everything, one unexpected phone call changed everything.
My name is Tessa. I’m 27, and if you told me five years ago that my mother would end up marrying my husband, I would’ve laughed. Not a polite laugh — a loud, gasping one, followed by a sarcastic, “Yeah, right.”
But life has a twisted sense of humor. And sometimes the punchline is your entire world collapsing around you.
My mom, Linda, had me when she was 18. I grew up knowing — not guessing — that I wasn’t wanted. To hear her tell it, I was the beginning of the end for her glamorous teenage dreams.