Raymond steps into a weekend of family reunion bearing the scars of past battles with infertility and a divorce that left him adrift. Yet, an unexpected confrontation with his niece, Annie, over painful accusations thrusts him into the turbulent depths of family loyalty and self-discovery.
Hey everyone, it’s Raymond here. I’m 35 and have always been the “family guy,” always looking out for everyone. Two years after my divorce due to infertility issues that both my ex-wife, Darin, and I faced, I found solace in supporting my niece, Annie, who’s like a daughter to me. I started a college fund for her in 2019, hoping to see her off to her chosen college with one less worry. But this past weekend, everything changed.
I was spending my usual weekend at my mother’s house, where my sister, Jane, and Annie also live. It was meant to be a time for family bonding, yet it turned into a moment that might have forever altered my relationship with Annie.
Late Saturday night, or perhaps it was early Sunday morning, I was half-asleep upstairs when I felt thirsty. I shuffled downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water, my mind foggy and my thoughts distant.
That’s when I overheard Annie on the phone. She wasn’t just talking to anyone — she was talking to Darin, my ex-wife. Despite things ending between Darin and me, Annie still maintained a good relationship with Darin, so I wasn’t too surprised.
From the snippets I caught, it was clear Darin was expecting a baby with her new husband. A pang of something twisted in my gut at the news, but it was Annie’s words that froze me in my tracks.
“I told you so, I told you so,” she repeated, her voice laced with a vindication that stung. “I always knew Uncle Raymond was the problem. He just couldn’t admit it because of his fragile masculinity.”
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