My shoulder suddenly dropped at what he said to my son. The word 'Your mom is not my type' seems like I hear it over and over again.

Eh... wow!

"Yeah sweetie, I don't type Xander either. I don't want to get married again or have a relationship--" I didn't finish saying this because Elizabeth suddenly spoke.

"But what about me Mommy? Don't you want to ask me what I want?"

I could feel the sadness in my son’s voice.

I looked at Xander before turning my gaze back to my son. "A-What do you want?" I will ask.

"It's okay for me if you don't want to get married...