I was orphaned when my mother Millie died nine years ago. My biological mother went back to being a Jehovah's Witness and now says she regrets being with Millie for 20-some-odd years. "Les di un mal ejemplo," she says. That's B.S. See, Millie is the one who loved me -- tender, unconditional, I-believe-in-you love.
Even while I'm reassuring my son this is a win, doubt whispers, "Really? This is it? What's the catch?" My marriage rights have been toyed with so many times over the past nine years, it's hard to believe someone won't pop up yelling, "Ha! Just kidding!" and send us back to the ballot box to start the fight again.