When my 45-year-old mom told me she’d fallen in love again, I was genuinely happy for her. She’d been lonely after her divorce, and I had even helped her try dating apps, hoping she’d meet someone kind.But the happiness didn’t last. When I went to dinner to meet her new fiancé, I expected a mature, stable man. Instead, I met Aaron—a 25-year-old pastry chef. Just two years older than me. I thought it was a joke. It wasn’t. My mom was glowing, convinced she’d found the one. I, on the other hand, was furious. I couldn’t shake the gut feeling that something wasn’t right. How could a man my age be genuinely in love with my mother?
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