My mother abandoned me when I was 10 to raise her “perfect son,” but my grandmother made her pay for it.

My mother abandoned me when I was 10 to raise her “perfect son,” but my grandmother made her pay for it.

When my mother decided I was a burden, I was ten years old. She had a new family, and I didn’t fit in. So she cast me aside and gave me away as if I were nothing to raise her “perfect child.” My grandmother took me in and raised me.

I hadn’t seen my mother in years. Not since she decided it was worth raising my brother… but not me.
My mother, Pamela, was under an umbrella with her perfect family: her husband Charlie and her son Jason… my replacement and the “golden” boy worthy of her love.

She didn’t cry.

“I don’t know how to do this without you, Grandma,” I murmured to the grave.

I was born from a brief affair and was a nuisance my mother never wanted. At ten years old, she married my stepfather Charlie and gave birth to her “perfect son,” Jason.

I still remember the day he told me he wouldn’t be living with them anymore.

“Rebecca, come here,” she said to me from where she was sitting with Grandma Brooke.

“Yes, Mom?” I asked.

“Now you’re going to live with your grandmother.”

“How was… the weekend?”

“No,” she said. “Forever. Grandma will take care of you from now on.”

“But why? Did I do something wrong?”

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