I Let the Comments Coach My Timid Mom to the Top
The day I turned eighteen, my father picked my birthday dinner to drop his bombshell: he'd fallen for someone else, and he wanted a divorce.
Mom was about to flip the table. Then a stream of comments scrolled across my vision.
[Don't make a scene! He's just a cheater. We don't even want him.]
[Your mom's gorgeous. Play the sweet, doting type, win him over, and she'll walk away with most of his fortune. We're talking billions!]
[Take the billions and enjoy the rest of your life. Beats rotting at home as some bitter ex-wife, doesn't it?]
Following the comments, I clapped a hand over Mom's mouth and whispered:
"Mom, stop! Dad's worth billions, we have to watch what we say!"