Toxic Son, Cut-Off

Synopsis

At dinner, I grabbed another baked chicken wing, and my son, Hank, just upended the whole plate onto my face. He shouted, "You only know how to shovel food. A pig like you brings in zero cash—just burns Dad's money. You're nothing compared to Nina." Gravy and bits of food slid down my cheeks, but I kept my cool and asked, "So, you really don't want me as your mom anymore?" He rolled his eyes at me in disgust. He snapped, "Yeah, now beat it. So Nina can finally take your spot." Alright then. I couldn't wait to see how perfectly Hank's life turned out with his biased dad and the scheming queen he was obsessed with.