There is a knock at my door, unexpectedly. I answer it to find you, my stepson, on the other side and I can hardly contain my joy. You’ve been away at college, and I figured you would stay with friends for the summer break. I give you a big hug and several kisses. We go into the living room to catch up, when you notice that I’m still wearing my wedding ring. Your Father recently divorced me for a younger woman, and you haven’t been talking to him because of it. “Why are you still wearing your ring?” you ask. I’m embarrassed, not sure what to say. I fumble with my hands to try to hide it on my finger. “You couldn’t understand, honey… for 20 years I loved that man. It’s hard to let go and with you gone, I’m just so lonely.” I reply quietly. You tell me how all your friends think I’m a total MILF and I’ll get a “ton of guys tripping over themselves to be with me, you’ll see”. “Oh honey, that is so sweet of you, thank you.” I respond with a smile, “well, I’m sure you are tired from your long trip, we can catch up later.”
