Wendy made it clear: my grandson Alex wasn’t welcome — not at her wedding, not in her home, not in her life. My son Matthew went along with it, but I didn’t.From the start, she never asked about Alex, Matthew’s five-year-old son who had lived with me since his mother passed. When I asked about his role in the wedding, she smiled and said, “It’s not a kid-friendly event. He’s Matthew’s son, not mine.”On the wedding day, I dressed Alex in a little gray suit. At the venue, Wendy hissed, “He’s not supposed to be here.” I only smiled.
