Hello, I’m Patty. At 90 years old, I can proudly say I’ve lived a joyful and fulfilling life. Since my husband passed away a few years ago, my daughter Angie and I have spent most of our time together.

As my ninetieth birthday approached, I was filled with excitement. Angie had promised she would visit and spend the day with me and my grandchildren. The thought of seeing my grandchildren always brings a smile to my face. They remind me so much of Angie when she was little, and it takes me back to the days my husband and I raised her.

My grandchildren also resemble their father, Angie’s ex-husband, John. I was heartbroken when they divorced because John was like the son I never had. He was kind-hearted and warm, and he still sends me a Christmas card every year. Although I always wished Angie and John would reconcile, life had different plans.

On the day of my birthday, my initial excitement gradually turned to worry. It was nearing lunchtime, and Angie still hadn’t responded to my calls. I tried reaching her several times, but my calls went straight to voicemail. I assumed she was busy driving, but as the hours passed, it became clear that, like many other days, I would spend this birthday alone.

Just as I was about to give up hope, the doorbell rang. If my knees weren’t so weak, I would have jumped up in excitement. I was thrilled at the thought that Angie and the kids had finally arrived, especially since it had been so long.

However, my excitement waned when I saw a familiar figure through the glass. When I opened the door, there stood John, beaming with gifts and flowers in hand.

“Happy Birthday, Mom!” he greeted me warmly.

“John? You didn’t have to,” I said, feeling both surprised and delighted.

“It’s just a small gesture to celebrate your special day,” John said as he handed me the gifts.

Is that the chocolate I love? You remembered! I exclaimed, my cheeks flushing with joy.

“How could I forget? It’s your favorite,” John laughed.

“You’re too sweet. Please, join me for dinner,” I invited him in.

“Oh no, I don’t want to impose. You must have plans,” John replied modestly. “I just wanted to drop off your presents and see you.”

“That’s nonsense! I’d love the company, and I have no plans. Plus, I’m making apple pie,” I insisted.

“Apple pie? You should’ve led with that,” John chuckled as he stepped inside.

John is a fantastic cook, just like my late husband. While we were together, John did most of the cooking. I was just happy to have someone with me. Over dinner, John finally asked about Angie.

“So, will Angie and the kids be joining us? I don’t want her to think I’m intruding,” John said.

“That’s silly! You’re family, and unfortunately, I don’t think Angie will be joining us today,” I said sadly.

“Oh, that’s disappointing. You shouldn’t spend your birthday alone,” John replied.

“I’m not alone now, thanks to you,” I said, holding his hand. “Thank you, John.”

“No problem at all. But why didn’t she come? Or at least drop off the kids? They love spending time with you,” John continued.

“They were supposed to come, but Angie hasn’t answered my calls. I’m not sure what happened, but I’m sure she’ll call back,” I explained.

John then decided to call Angie himself, and to my surprise, she answered. He later told me why she hadn’t shown up.

As it turned out, Angie, her new boyfriend, and the kids were on vacation—a trip she hadn’t told anyone about. John was visibly upset as he relayed the news to me.

“She didn’t tell anyone? Why would she do that?” I asked, shocked.

“Patty, I have no idea. I don’t know how she thought she could just take the kids without telling me,” John said, equally confused.

“This is really upsetting. And who is this man? I didn’t even know Angie had a boyfriend,” I replied, feeling more bewildered.

“She had mentioned him casually, but a whole vacation? Apparently, they’ve been planning it for about a month. I’m sorry, Patty, but I think Angie went too far this time,” John said, frustrated.

“Yes, this is very disappointing,” I responded sadly.

The news left me stunned. Angie could have at least told me she wouldn’t be available. I spoke with her later, and while the damage was done, she promised to bring the kids over soon. I was deeply hurt, but I will always love my daughter.

Thankfully, John’s presence softened the blow, but Angie’s actions left a deep scar. I’m not sure how to trust her moving forward. How should I handle this situation?