My stepmom tried to take over the mother-son dance that was meant for my grandma, and I wasn’t going to let it slide.
At my wedding, the mother-son dance was meant to honor my grandmother—the woman who raised me. But when the DJ called us to the dance floor, my heart sank because Grandma Eleanor was nowhere to be seen; instead, my stepmom, Linda, stood there grinning as if she’d achieved a major victory. I had spent months…