My son married in secret because he was ashamed of my clothes.

My son married in secret because he was ashamed of my clothes. He forgot who owned the apartment. I spent thirty-five years on hospital night shifts so he could wear a banker's suit — and I found out about his courthouse wedding from a neighbor's phone, the same day it happened. He said they did it to spare me. But the lakefront condo where his shiny new life was waiting carried one name on the deed: mine. And I document everything.