For months, I bit my tongue, letting the small slights from my grandchildren slide. Every birthday, every holiday, I showed up with gifts, only to be met with blank stares or shrugged shoulders—never a single 'thank you.' I had hoped my son would notice, but when he didn't, I knew I had to speak up. At their birthday party, I finally called them out, expecting a change, but what happened next left me feeling more isolated than ever.
Instead of support, my son sided with them, and soon, I found myself being escorted out of the party.