My stepson begged me, “Don’t marry my dad.” The reason made me faint at the altar.

Disconnected with Tim

Sitting there next to Tim, I noticed how indifferent he seemed to the game that usually made him tick. The mechanical sound of the buttons echoed in the silence, without any enthusiasm. “Is there something on your mind, Tim?” I asked carefully. He replied with a shrug, not daring to look at me. It was as if an invisible wall separated us. A mixture of frustration and concern grew in me, but I was determined to find a way to reach him.

Disconnected With Tim