I Paid My Son’s Crush to Take Him to Prom—But What Happened That Night Left Me in Tears

Jeremiah.

Even typing those words now makes me cringe.

At the time, however, I convinced myself I was helping.

One magical night.

One happy memory.

One chance for my son to feel chosen.

After several days, Ella agreed.

The deal was made.

And I hated myself a little for it.

But I loved my son more.

Or at least I thought that’s what love was.

Prom day arrived.