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My Little Son Called a Saleswoman in a Store His Mommy \u2013 I Was Broken to Discover the Truth<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Carol, her husband, Rob, and their son Jamie have a Saturday routine of errands and treats. As the day unfolds, everything turns out exactly as Carol planned for it. Until they get to a fabric store, where Carol looks for material to make Jamie\u2019s Halloween costume, only to uncover secrets that she didn\u2019t know lay in the foundation of her family. She is left trying to pick up the threads of grief that she didn\u2019t know she had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The day began like any other Saturday morning \u2014 errands and grocery shopping with my husband, Rob, and our six-year-old son, Jamie. But I didn\u2019t know that by the end, everything I understood about my life would be questioned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A smiling little boy sitting on a stool | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMom,\u201d Jamie called from the backseat while we were at the car wash. \u201cCan I get some ice cream?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re a good boy in the grocery store, then yes, we can get some ice cream on the way home,\u201d my husband said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jamie\u2019s face lit up and he beamed at his father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you sure about your costume for Halloween?\u201d I asked him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A car going through a car wash | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Halloween was a few weeks away and I was going to make his costume by hand, as I had always done. But this time around, Jamie had changed his mind many times before deciding on which costume he wanted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We had discussed him being a wizard, a tree, a spider, the ocean, and finally, he seemed to like the idea of being a ghost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A child wearing a costume | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s cool, Mom,\u201d he told me while I poured milk into his cereal one morning. \u201cLike, I\u2019d be a friendly ghost. Not a scary one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Up until this morning, my son seemed fine with being a ghost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I just hoped that when we got to the fabric store, he would keep that in mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes,\u201d he said. \u201cA ghost. Should I be called Casper?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rob chuckled beside me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Children<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Children in ghost costumes | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSure,\u201d I said, laughing at my child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the car wash, we went grocery shopping with Jamie on his best behavior. I knew him \u2014 if he had been promised ice cream, he wouldn\u2019t stop until he got it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We walked up and down the aisles, Rob adding items to our cart as he spoke about meals he wanted me to cook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman at a grocery store | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGrilled fish tonight, Carol,\u201d he said. \u201cThat\u2019s the way to go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everything had gone along perfectly, especially Jamie who hummed to himself the entire time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOne more stop, buddy,\u201d I said to him. \u201cAnd then it\u2019s time for ice cream.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Grilled<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Grilled fish on a plate | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We got to the fabric store and I wandered through the aisles, trying to decide on the best material for my son\u2019s ghost costume.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rob was nervously checking his phone, texting someone every few minutes. I chalked it up to the baseball game later that day \u2014 my husband had many flaws, and gambling on sports was one of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A man using his phone | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I picked up my phone, ready to check the measurements that I had noted down when I saw a saleswoman walking toward us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rob looked at her and turned pale \u2014 which was strange in itself. But then it got even stranger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My son, seeing the woman at the end of our row of fabric, suddenly sprinted off toward her, his little legs carrying him faster than I\u2019d have thought possible. He stopped in front of the woman, staring up at her with wide innocent eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Different<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Different types of fabric | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you my mommy?\u201d he asked earnestly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The saleswoman\u2019s face went pale, her eyes darting around, finally landing on a similarly shocked Rob.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m so sorry,\u201d I said. \u201cI don\u2019t know what\u2019s gotten into him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman looked from Rob to me, to Jamie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A shocked woman standing against a wall | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCome on,\u201d Rob said, picking Jamie up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We took Jamie to an ice cream shop, we had promised him after all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The entire time we sat there, Rob refused to meet my eye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mind raced. I couldn\u2019t understand what had happened. There was no way that Jamie would just run up to a stranger and ask a question of that nature. He knew something. Jamie had to have overheard or seen something. There was no other explanation for it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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An ice cream shop | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later that evening, after I tucked Jamie into bed and settled down for story time, I knew I had to clear my conscience. I needed him to tell me the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSweetie, why did you ask that woman if she was your mommy?\u201d I asked gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI heard Dad say that on the phone, and her picture was there, too,\u201d he replied simply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDad said that the woman is your mommy?\u201d I pressed, my voice barely a whisper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A little boy lying in bed | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t have a lot of time. Rob would come in to kiss Jamie goodnight soon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My son nodded earnestly, his eyebrows raised \u2014 his own telltale sign of the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went to my bedroom and lay across the bed, trying to understand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman lying across the bed hiding her face | Souce: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I waited for the weekend to pass, and on Monday after I dropped Jamie off at school, I went back to the store. Alone, this time. I had questions and they needed answers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I stepped into the store, I saw the woman restocking buttons in a little container.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you having an affair with my husband?\u201d I blurted out, my voice tense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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An aerial view of different buttons | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat? No! Of course not!\u201d she exclaimed, her reaction seeming genuine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy son asked if you were his mother on Saturday, when we were in the store,\u201d I added, trying to piece together the fragments of our crumbling reality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The same alarmed look crossed her face again. She glanced around hastily before grabbing my hand and leading me away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot here,\u201d she said. \u201cCome.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A person holding out their hand | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She pulled me into a storage room, her eyes scanning my face for signs of understanding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not sure what\u2019s going on,\u201d she said. \u201cMy name is Kaylee. And I don\u2019t know how this all happened. Or even how your son found out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFound out what?\u201d I demanded, the urgency in my voice even frightened me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kaylee flinched at my tone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A storage room | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaybe I\u2019m not the one who should be telling you this. Please, ask your husband,\u201d she said, already turning away from me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went back home and tried to think of all the possibilities that could link Rob to Kaylee. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except the fact that my husband may have been cheating on me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tried to sit down in my study and work, but tears kept streaming down my face as I tried to make sense of it all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A person using a laptop | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Rob came home, he had a pizza in hand and was ready to sit down with Jamie and talk about their respective days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I let everything slide until my son was sound in bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRob,\u201d I began, sitting on the couch. \u201cWe need to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My husband closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A box of pizza | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I told him everything \u2014 my visit back to the fabric store and the conversation I had with Kaylee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat does it all mean, Rob?\u201d I asked. \u201cI need you to tell me everything. It\u2019s one thing if you\u2019re doing something that I don\u2019t know about. But it\u2019s another thing when Jamie knows something that I don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTell me the truth. What does Kaylee have to do with our family?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A man sitting on couch and holding his head | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCarol, I hoped that you would never have to know this,\u201d he said slowly. \u201cBut do you remember the night you went into labor?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of course, I remembered. It had been the most difficult and traumatic night of my life. I just remember my water breaking, and then my blood pressure dropping rapidly. Everything happened so quickly, that the doctors asked Rob to choose whether he would save me or the life of our baby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Afterward, when I held our baby in my arms, Rob told me he chose my life. But it turns out he didn\u2019t need to because there we both were.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman in labor in hospital | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or so I thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t know that as I sat in the living room that night, my entire world was about to change.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhen you were taken in,\u201d Rob said. \u201cI chose you, I told the doctors to save you first. I wasn\u2019t proud of it, but I knew that I couldn\u2019t do this without you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nodded, I knew this \u2014 Rob had told me this many times before. Usually on Jamie\u2019s birthday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A little boy\u2019s birthday | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat I didn\u2019t tell you is that the doctors did save you, darling. Our baby didn\u2019t make it. He didn\u2019t get enough oxygen and well\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rob\u2019s voice trailed off into silence. The only sound that could be heard was the clock in the living room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat? Then Jamie?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJamie was born that night, too,\u201d my husband said. \u201cBut he was up for adoption because Kaylee couldn\u2019t do it by herself. So, when I was signing the paperwork about our son, I overheard the story. A nurse pointed me in the right direction and I went to see Kaylee. And there he was.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A man holding a newborn baby | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was speechless. I couldn\u2019t look at Rob.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI shared our story with Kaylee, and she signed the papers over to me immediately. Jamie became ours that night.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The room spun around me as I absorbed the shock. My son \u2014 the light of my life \u2014 was mine in every way except biologically. The foundation of my world had not just shifted, it had been demolished entirely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That night, I took a sleeping pill and went to bed. I didn\u2019t have the capacity for it all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman asleep in bed | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next morning, as I made French toast for Jamie before school, I looked at his features and realized that there wasn\u2019t any physical resemblance to Rob or myself. It didn\u2019t make a difference, because he was still my son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I knew that something had changed \u2014 I loved Jamie even more because he had been placed in my arms where grief would have sat otherwise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After grappling with the news, I sought therapy to process the grief for the son I never got to know. And the deception that I lived through. I loved Rob for doing what he did \u2014 giving me a son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"French<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

French toast and blueberries | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I was still devastated by the fact that he had kept the truth from me for six years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I need some time to gather my thoughts and feelings, but I do know that I need to visit the fabric store again. Not just for Jamie\u2019s costume, but to get to know Kaylee and any medical history we may need to know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman holding her head | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I still need to know why Rob went looking for Kaylee in the first place, or if she went looking for us. But all in good time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now, I just need to process my grief and enjoy my son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A close up of a mother and son | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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