Mom. You

s chest, a sense of entitlement radiating from him. He had his father'

on was yesterday, and no

I was in the middle of a consultation with a brewery in San Diego, a secret I had

k, his voice dripping with disdain. "You just sit here all day. He

for years. I was just the stay-at-home mom who had stepped back from the brewery we co

nd turned to face him, my so

f 'his money' for

e even, a calm

orcing you

r a second before returning, uglier thi

he' s seeing someo

e harder than a

l. You can' t just divorce him over th

mistress's careful grooming. The son I had raised was gone, replaced by this

said, my voice turning to ice. "Ask your fath

told me I' d hit the mark. He kne

I added, standing up.