At my child's parent teacher night, a mother said, oh, you're his mom. I imagined someone different скачать в хорошем качестве

At my child's parent teacher night, a mother said, oh, you're his mom. I imagined someone different

At my child's parent teacher night, a mother said, oh, you're his mom. I imagined someone different. I smiled and replied, what did you imagine? She smirked someone more put together. I laughed. Interesting. Considering my company pays your husband's salary, her eyes widened as the principal turned toward us. #redditreadings #redditstories #reddit #aita #askreddit #storytime  Ryan's a sharp kid. She told me flipping through some of his assignments, he's just a little shy about speaking up in class, but I've seen so much improvement since the beginning of the year. I nodded. That sounds about right. He's always been on the quiet side. She smiled. Nothing wrong with that. He's observant, thoughtful, and I can tell he works hard. That was all I needed to hear. Ryan had been through a lot the past couple of years. His dad and I had divorced when he was six, and even though he was resilient, I knew it had affected him. I wanted to make sure he felt stable, secure. I thanked Ms. Carmichael and turned to leave. That's when I heard her voice. Oh, a woman said her tone slow and appraising. You're Ryan's mom. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her tall, blonde, expensive looking. She had that effortless kind of wealth, the kind that came with private Pilates sessions and afternoons spent at the country club. She held a Yeti Cup in one hand, manicured fingers curled around it, and her eyes flicked over me like she was sizing up a competitor. I kept my expression neutral. Yes, and you are. She smiled, but it was the kind that didn't reach her eyes. Camille, my son, hunter, is in Ryan's class. They sit next to each other, I think. Nice to meet you. I said, even though something about her rubbed me the wrong way, Camille tilted her head. I guess I just imagined someone different. I blinked different how her lips curved, her gaze, dipping briefly to my simple outfit. Someone more put together the way she said it. It wasn't a compliment. It wasn't even a passive remark. It was a deliberate dig. I dealt with people like Camille before at work in meetings. At networking events where they assumed I was just the assistant and not one of the people running the company....., #redditstories #aita #toxicfamily #relationshipdrama #storytime #mildrama #entitledparents #truestory #redditconfessions #crazyfamily #redditreadings #familydrama #StepMomStory #toxicrelatives #redditaita