I Was Stunned to Hear My Daughter Call My Ex-Husband’s New Wife ‘Mommy’ Last Week – My Story

After Sarah and her husband divorced, she sought solace in her career. For the longest time, it brought her a sense of comfort. However, her tireless working hours brought strain on her relationship with her daughter. After hearing a few unexpected words from her daughter, her perspective changed.

My name is Sarah, and I am a 32-year-old divorcee. I had never in a million years thought those would be the words I would use to describe myself. After all, when you walk down that aisle and utter those two precious words before God at the altar, “I do,” you envision the rest of your life with that person. Well, at least I did.

My ex-husband, Dan, and I got married when I was only 24 years old. We were young and madly in love, and after five years of dating, marriage was the next logical step. We believed, from the onset, that we were meant to be together and that fate had a hand in our meeting each other.

However, as fate would have it, he would later leave me for his dentist, Jill, six years into our marriage. As hard as it was, I would be lying if I said our time together was a complete waste. Something beautiful came out of our union, our 5-year-old daughter, Denise.

While the process of divorce was tremendously painful, I believe I handled it rather civilly, considering the circumstances. In fact, if it weren’t for my daughter’s love, I doubt I would have had the strength to.

Unlike our marriage, Dan stayed true to his fatherly duties. He continued to pay for all of Denise’s needs and spent the weekends with her.

I would have her on the weekdays, and while I loved every second I got to spend with Denise, it was difficult because of my busy work schedule.

After our divorce, I found myself burying my mind deeper and deeper into my work. And while I must admit I used it as a coping mechanism and a distraction, it paid off quite exceptionally. I even made the assistant director position at the company I worked for, and the hours were demanding.

One week, I went to pick up my daughter after a weekend with her father, and what I witnessed left me speechless. As I stood outside the door, about to hit the doorbell, I heard the sweet voice of my baby Denise, but her words were quite bitter to digest.

“Mommy, can I have more ice cream?” Denise asked.

“Mommy?” I thought. Since when did she start calling this woman ‘Mommy?’ My world came crashing down that very second. I desperately tried to hold back my tears as I mustered the strength to not overreact.