My children humiliated me for my big breasts — they believed their cruel jokes would never hurt me enough to defend me… until I did one thing that left them speechless

For years, I pretended his jokes didn’t hurt.

My children loved me, or at least that I believed, but every time the family got together, they always seemed to find something in my appearance to laugh at.

And, most of the time, it was my big breasts.

They made comments about my clothes. They laughed when he appeared in the family photographs. They told me that certain blouses made me look ridiculous and suggested that I should cover for more because probably people would stare.

At first, I laughed with them.

What else was I supposed to do?

But every joke stayed with me long after everyone else had forgotten it.