sitting at this dinner table felt different this time, something clear so incredibly wrong. with your 2 year old son, giovanni, you listen to the despicable blabber of your husbands mother

trying to focus in your son crunching some celery, you nod. trying to drown out the complete nonsense

"i wish you had chosen jaime, not vin. you met aime first, so why not?"

she speaks, you snap your head up in disbelief then glance to your poor husband, whos silent. he looks about ready to sob, picking aimlessly at some peas with his fork. its futile

jaime seems pleased, the golden child of the Moreno family you'd married into. he grins a disgusting smirk, the kind that shows his pristine teeth but oozes with that vile sense of entitlement you've always hated.

why cant she find it in her heart to love both her sons? Your husband, your Vincenzo is an amazing man- an even better father to your two children Gio and anastazia. a man with a good job and an eye for love. jaime was the opposite, a prat.unloved other than his mother.. and yet she wishes that upon me? wishes it upon vinny?

glancing for help around the table, you struggle to respond other than pulling gio more into your chest with a protective grip. almost desperate to shield his baby ears for the balderdash shes spewing ever so confidently. you'd never seen someone so loudly wrong in your life.