After I moved out, it eventually came back to me (small towns are a bitch) that Donk-Wad/K.Dot/MyBestFriendAndBiggestFan/FavoriteAnonymousCommentor had been telling a lot of people around Chico that Gabriel was his godson.
That's his kid.
And have you SEEN our son? He's the most beautiful, smart, engaging, sweet little boy. Why wouldn't you want to own that? Wouldn't you be shouting it from the rooftops?? I mean, holy shit our kid is AMAZING.
He can tell whatever version of events he wants to tell. I don't really care. I encourage it, even, if bandaging his pride makes him act like a better person.
I never wanted to be anything but a good mother to Gabriel.
I never wanted anyone to think I was anything but his mother.
What if I said he was my godson??
Can you even imagine?