Gail, have you gone completely off the rails? Its your only sons wedding and youre just sitting here sipping tea!
Lucy Thompson stood in the kitchen doorway, hands on her hips, eyes flashing with righteous anger. Gail didnt even look up from her mug.
Sit down, youre already here. The kettles still hot.
What tea? Lucy plopped into the chair opposite. Its half past one. In an hour James will be walking down the aisle and youre still…
Im not going anywhere, Gail said, finishing her tea and staring out the window. Dont try to convince me.
Lucy fell silent, studying her friends face. Theyd been pals since school, forty years, and Lucy knew Gail like the back of her hand. She never expected this.
Whats happened? she asked softly. Werent you two on good terms after that argument?
Gail gave a rueful smile.
We patched things up. He called the day before yesterday and said, Come, Mum, if you want. As if I was heading to a market, not my own childs wedding.
Maybe he just meant it casually?
Lucy, Gail turned to her, tears glimmering. Im fortynine. I raised him alone, no husband. Two jobs to keep him fed. Studied, nursed, stayed up nights when he was sick. And now Im a burden. An extra.
Lucy reached out, covering Gails hand.
Tell me everything, from the start.
Gail poured Lucy a fresh cup, fetched a biscuit, and sighed heavily.
It all began six months ago. James introduced me to Claire. Tall, slim, striking. I was thrilled at firstfinally my son had a serious relationship, hes twentyseven. I said, Come over, lets get to know her, Ill make dinner.
And?
She walked in, looked around, and you could see she wasnt thrilled. Our flat is a modest twobedroom council house, the furniture is old, the wallpaper is years out of date, but its clean. I spent the whole day tidying, baked some scones.
Gail remembered that evening: the best blouse she owned, her hair done, the special china shed saved for.
She sat on the edge of the chair like she didnt want to get dirty. She smiled, but her eyes were cold. I asked, What do you do, Claire? She said, I work in marketing, managing projects. Then, almost as an aside, James is very talented, a shame hes still stuck in a regular job.
That was cheeky, Lucy muttered.
At first I didnt get it. Then it hit meshe was implying I hadnt helped my son grow. As if I could have. Im a nurse in a GP practice, earning peanuts. James finished university, became a software developer, earns a good salary, lives in a new build. Im proud of him.
Of course you are, Lucy nodded. So what happened next?
We ate, we talked. Claire kept bragging about her successes, her projects, her earnings. Then she asked, MrsParker, have you ever thought about moving into a retirement home? They have good care and people your age there.
Lucys mouth fell open.
Are you serious?
She swore it was a joke. I was stunned. James stared at his plate, silent. I said, Im fortyeight, a retirement home? I work, Im healthy. She laughed, Just thinking ahead, so I dont become a burden to you.
Gail rose and walked to the window. The sun was bright, spring in full swing, a beautiful May day. Somewhere James was getting his suit ready, nervous. And she was still there, sipping tea.
After that dinner they left. James gave me a hug and said, Dont worry, Mum, Claire is just practical. Practical, as if she were a cheap sofa.
And you kept quiet?
No, I called him later. Told him everything I thought. Asked, Is that your view or hers? He got angry, accused me of being jealous, said I needed to learn to let go because hes an adult.
Lucy shook her head.
Kids can be brutal sometimes. They dont get it.
We fought. He didnt call for a month. I thought Id lost him forever. Then he showed up, asked forgiveness, said Id always be the most important person to him. I believed him.
Gail sat back down, the tea in her cup long cold, but she finished it anyway.
A month later they announced the engagement. James called, Mum, were getting married! I congratulated him, asked when. He said, Soon, weve already booked a restaurant. Come Saturday and well discuss the details.
Did you go?
I did. Their flat is spacious, bright, freshly refurbished, new furniture. Claire greeted me coldly, like a health inspector. She led me to the sitting room and said, Sit down. Not even a cup of tea.
Lucy clicked her tongue.
Rude.
They showed me the guest listseventy people. None of my friends. I asked, What about you, Lucy? Can I be invited? James glanced at Claire, said, Mum, we have limited seats, only close friends and colleagues. I kept quiet. Then they started describing the banquet hall, the menueverything expensive and fancy. I sat and thought, Where do I fit in all this?
A flock of sparrows flitted past the window, landing on an old poplar branch. James used to love feeding them breadcrumbs when he was a kid.
Then Claire said, MrsParker, we were thinkingmaybe youd be willing to take out a loan for the wedding? Well chip in, but extra cash would help.
What? Lucy leapt up. She asked you to get a loan for their wedding?
Exactly. I thought Id heard wrong. I asked, Are you serious? My salary is thirtythousand pounds a year, no bank would lend me anything. And why would you need it when you both earn well? She said, Were saving for a bigger flat in the city centre. Usually parents foot the bill.
Ive never seen such audacity, Lucy blushed with outrage.
I looked at James. He was silent, eyes down. I realised hed agreed with her, that he expected me to pay.
Gails legs trembled as she paced the kitchen. How had it come to this? Her beloved son turned into a stranger?
I refused. Youre adults, you earn your own money. Ill help where I can, but I wont take a loan. Claire pursed her lips, Its a shame youre so selfish about your sons happiness. Selfish! Id spent thirty years giving everything to him, and now I was selfish?
What did James say?
He stood, walked me to the door, said, Mum, dont be angry. Claire is used to her parents paying everything. I asked, And you? What do you think? He hesitated, then said, Wed love a lavish wedding, but were short on cash. I could help.
Lucy poured another cup for herself and topped up Gails. They sat in silence. Stories like this happen a lot when children get married, but when its yours, you cant stay quiet.
I left and walked the streets, crying. My neighbour, Aunt Val, from the flat above, called. Gail, why are you so upset? I told her everything. She said, You know Claires been telling everyone that youre a deadweight mother, that youre holding them back.
No way!
She swore she heard Claire on the lift complaining to a friend about how oldfashioned I was, how embarrassed she was to invite me. She said Claire would ask James to see me less after the wedding.
Gail covered her face with her hands, the memory painful. It hurt to realize the man shed raised was letting someone speak of her that way.
I didnt call James right away. I waited, hoping hed come to me. Weeks passed, silence. Then a message: Mum, wedding is Saturday. Ill send you the invite.
And he sent it?
An email with a link and the venue address, no personal note. I realised hed become someone elses husband, and I was just an obligation he wanted to get rid of.
Lucy sighed.
Maybe Claires influence is that strong? Maybe James isnt that bad?
Hes twentyseven, an adult. If he wanted to stand up for you, he would. But he stays quiet, so it must be easier for him.
Music drifted from the next house, neighbours turned on their TVs. Gail glanced at the clockhalf past two. Guests must be gathering. Claire, in a white dress, was getting ready, James nervous. And Gail wasnt there.
Did you call him? Tell him you werent coming?
I called yesterday. James, Im not going to the wedding. He was silent, then asked, Why? I said, Because Im not welcome. Im a burden. He tried to smooth it over: Mum, we do want you there. I asked, Does Claire want me? He paused, then said, Come if you want.
If you want is the kind of phrase that kills, Lucy said. Thats exactly it.
I knew I didnt want to sit among strangers feeling like a weight, hearing Claires condescending tone. I didnt want to pretend everything was fine.
Gail walked to the fridge, grabbed the pastries shed baked yesterday. She thought maybe James would stop by before the ceremony and she could give him a bite. He didnt.
Have a bite, she offered Lucy. Your favourite cabbage ones.
Lucy took the pastry but didnt eat it, set it on a plate and looked at Gail.
Do you regret not going? After all, its a onceinalifetime thing.
Gail lingered. Regret? Yes. She wanted to be there, to see her boy walk down the aisle, to cry happy tears, to hug him, to wish the couple a long life. But it would have hurt more to be there just to be tolerated.
Lucy, Ive spent thirty years living for him. Skipping meals, losing sleep, never caring for myself so hed have everything. I thought hed grow up grateful, love me, look after me. Instead hes decided Im a burden, that I belong in a care home. If thats how he sees it, then let him live without me.
Are you angry at him?
No, Gail shook her head. It just hurts. Ive lost my son, you know? Hes alive, healthy, somewhere nearby, but to me hes lost. The boy I raised has vanished, replaced by a stranger.
Lucy stood, hugged her friend. Gail pressed her cheek to Lucys shoulder, tears finally spilling, quiet sobs about lost hopes and broken dreams, about never hearing a thankyou from her own son.
Maybe itll get better, Lucy whispered, patting her back. Maybe hell see.
I dont think so, Gail snapped back, wiping her eyes. Claire isnt going to change. Shell drive him further away. I know it. Im not blind.
They sat for a long while, sipping the nowcold tea in silence. Eventually Lucy promised to drop by later. Gail was left alone in the empty flat, turned on the TV but couldnt watch. Memories of James as a child flooded backhim bringing dandelions, drawing cards for Mothers Day, shouting Mum, I love you more than anyone! Where was that boy now?
The phone rang sharply. Gail stared at the screenJames. She let it ring, then hung up. A text popped up: Mum, why arent you answering? The weddings started, everyones asking where you are. She read it, set the phone down, typed a short reply: Wishing you happiness. Take care of yourselves.
More messages buzzed, but she didnt look. She went to her bedroom, lay down, the silence pressing in. Was she right to stay away? Should she have gone for the sake of propriety?
No. Shed spent her whole life doing things for othersJames, work, anyones needs. It was time to live for herself.
Later that evening Lucy called, asked how she was. Gail said she was fine, asked Lucy not to come over, needed some alone time. She tried to sleep, but the street noises, a distant dog bark, kept her awake. She wondered how things would be with James now. Would they ever talk again?
The next morning the doorbell rang. James stood there in a crumpled suit, eyes red, looking like he hadnt slept.
Can I come in? he asked softly.
Gail stepped aside. He shuffled into the kitchen, sat in the same chair Lucy had used. She put the kettle on, fetched two cups. They sat in heavy silence.
You didnt come, James finally said.
I didnt.
Why?
Gail looked at the son shed raised, now a stranger.
Because I wasnt wanted. Because I realised Im no longer needed.
Mum, thats not true
Stop. You know its the truth. You chose Claire, thats your right. But dont pretend you need me when you dont.
James covered his face with his hands.
Im ashamed, he croaked. Im so ashamed, Mum.
Gail placed a cup before him.
Yesterday, I stood at the altar and thought, Wheres my mother? Why isnt she here? I saw all the guests, but not you. I realised Id let that happen. I stayed silent while Claire said horrible things. I put her wishes above yours.
Yes, Gail agreed. Thats exactly what happened.
Im sorry, he said, tears streaming. I was an idiot, got caught up in the glamour, the status, the whole nonsense. I hurt the most important person in my life.
Gail stayed quiet, wondering if she could trust his words.
I told Claire, James wiped his eyes. I said if she doesnt start respecting you, Ill leave her, even on the wedding day.
What?
We argued. She asked where you were. I said you werent coming because shed behaved horribly. She exploded, blamed me. I told her youre my mother, that no one can treat you that way. She ran to the loo, then came back apologising, saying shed try to change. I dont know how genuine she is, but I made it clear: mum is sacred.
Gail felt a warmth spread through her chest. Her boy had come back, if only for a moment.
I want to fix things, James reached across the table, took her hand. I want you part of my life, part of our family. I love you, always have, always will.
Gail squeezed his hand.
I love you too, she whispered. Its just been painful.
I know. Ill make sure you never feel that pain again. Promise.
They sat holding hands, the old hurt slowly receding. Scars would remain, trust would have to be rebuilt, but the most important thing was that her son finally understood.
Claire wants to talk to you, James said. To apologise. Can she come in?
Gail hesitated. She didnt really want to see her, but if he truly wanted reconciliation, shed have to try.
Let her in, she said. Well see.
James smiled, the first genuine smile in weeks, stood up and gave his mother a tight hug. She clung to him, burying her face in his shoulder. Her little boy, her blood, had finally owned up to his mistake, and that meant everything.
After he left, Gail sat by the window, feeling lighter. Maybe things would improve. Maybe Claire would change. Maybe not. But now she knew she wasnt alone. She had a son who loved her and was willing to fight for her.
Her phone buzzed with a message from Lucy: How are you?
Gail typed back: James stopped by. Looks like things are looking up.
Lifes unpredictableone day it hurts, the next it heals. The key is not losing hope and remembering that even in the darkest moments theres a way out, often by looking inward.
She went back to the kitchen, pulled out flour, eggs, sugar, and decided to bake a cake. James and Claire would probably swing by later, and she needed something to offer. The wounds werent fully healed, but the first step toward peace was taken. From now on, shed stand up for herself, say no when needed, and remember shes a person with her own feelings, not just a role in anyones life.
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