My world crashed when my husband died. I had no idea how to move on. It was terrible. My life turned into a real hell — I was suddenly a widow and a single mom. But the worst part? There was a distance that started growing between me and my son. After losing his dad, Tyler just shut down.
That day, I was in the car when Tyler’s teacher called me:
Her: “Mrs. Carter, I just wanted to say thank you! Yesterday was Father’s Day at school, and the kids introduced their dads. YOUR HUSBAND was amazing! The kids were thrilled!”
Me, pale: “My… husband??”
Her: “Yes! Didn’t Tyler and Mr. Carter tell you?”
Without responding, I hung up, and my hands were shaking. I rushed to the school ASAP.
WHO THE HELL SHOWED UP WITH MY SON, PRETENDING TO BE MY DEAD HUSBAND?!
When my son casually mentioned his school’s Father’s Day event, I smiled through the ache—his dad’s been gone three years. But nothing prepared me for the teacher’s call the next day, thanking me for my husband’s “amazing presentation.” I froze. What was she talking about?
