At eighteen, I became my nephew’s guardian, and my once carefree life ceased to exist. The next fourteen years passed in a blur of unconventional parenting and more wine than I’m sure most good mothers consume.
My dating life? Yeah, that basically became non-existent. So when my boy's best friend, Weston, tells me has romantic feelings for me, I’m too stunned to process the “right way” to react.
There are so many reasons I shouldn’t do this… and yet my heart seems to be saying full steam ahead.
With a ten-year age gap, I know a relationship with Weston has the potential to be disastrous. And I’m not wrong. Because things just got hella complicated...