A Mother's Second Chance

A Mother's Second Chance

Gavin

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My son Kevin' s scholarship was his one chance, his only way out of this dead-end town and into a brighter future. Then, they stole it. Chad Smith, the new girlfriend' s spoiled son, got it instead. My ex-husband Mike, the local "National Guard hero," used every dirty trick to ensure his stepson won, flaunting his influence. I lived this nightmare once. My first life was a disaster. I remembered the public humiliation: Mike' s charming lies at the town hall, painting me as the crazy ex-wife, Brenda dabbing fake tears. Kevin' s shame, the injustice. It broke him. He spiraled into darkness. He died. Suicide. My world ended. But I woke up. It was that same morning, weeks before the worst happened. A second chance. I swore I wouldn't let it happen again. Yet, I walked right back into their trap. At Mike' s house, I watched him dismiss Kevin' s pain, saw his petty new family destroy my son' s cherished memories. Then Brenda spilled coffee on herself, shrieked, and Mike' s accusations rained down: "You' re unhinged! Chad does deserve it more! Kevin doesn't deserve anything with you as a mother!" The words hit Kevin like a punch, and I saw the last bit of hope die in his eyes. He looked at me, "Mom, I get it now. He doesn't care." My heart shattered. No. Not this time. My father' s medals, the commendation from Colonel Peterson-a spark of defiance ignited. I had a new path.

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My son Kevin' s scholarship was his one chance, his only way out of this dead-end town and into a brighter future.

Then, they stole it. Chad Smith, the new girlfriend' s spoiled son, got it instead. My ex-husband Mike, the local "National Guard hero," used every dirty trick to ensure his stepson won, flaunting his influence.

I lived this nightmare once. My first life was a disaster. I remembered the public humiliation: Mike' s charming lies at the town hall, painting me as the crazy ex-wife, Brenda dabbing fake tears. Kevin' s shame, the injustice. It broke him. He spiraled into darkness. He died. Suicide. My world ended.

But I woke up. It was that same morning, weeks before the worst happened. A second chance. I swore I wouldn't let it happen again. Yet, I walked right back into their trap. At Mike' s house, I watched him dismiss Kevin' s pain, saw his petty new family destroy my son' s cherished memories. Then Brenda spilled coffee on herself, shrieked, and Mike' s accusations rained down: "You' re unhinged! Chad does deserve it more! Kevin doesn't deserve anything with you as a mother!"

The words hit Kevin like a punch, and I saw the last bit of hope die in his eyes. He looked at me, "Mom, I get it now. He doesn't care." My heart shattered. No. Not this time. My father' s medals, the commendation from Colonel Peterson-a spark of defiance ignited. I had a new path.

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