My Stepfather Refused to Eat Leftovers — So I Taught Him a Lesson
After my dad died, my mom, Colleen, was a shell of herself—quiet, lonely, and moving through life like a ghost. They had shared a 32-year love story full of warmth, small rituals, and mutual respect. I worried from afar, calling daily, knowing phone calls couldn’t replace companionship. Then came Raymond, a charming coworker who brought ...