Naomi The next day, Micah and I went to his parents’ house. I had hoped, maybe prayed, that things would change. Maybe his mother would finally accept me, even though I was divorced. But deep down, I knew it wouldn’t be easy.We walked into their home, and as usual, his mother was already there, sitting in the living room, her eyes had a dark glint in them, and were filled with judgement. His father was sitting next to her, a much softer man, but I could tell the tension in the room. His mother had her arms crossed tightly over her chest.I knew what was coming. Micah sat down beside me, and I tried to breathe through the nerves. "We need to talk," he said, his voice calm but serious.His mother raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t say anything. Micah looked at her directly. "Mom, I love Naomi. We’ve been through so much together, and I’m asking for your support."His mother’s eyes flicked to me for a moment before she turned back to Micah. "I don’t approve, Naomi is divorced, Micah. Sh
 Last Updated : 2025-10-26
Last Updated : 2025-10-26