I live with my son and his family, and this year, I decided to do something I thought was kind. Without telling him, I invited his ex-wife to Thanksgiving dinner. I wanted my grandkids to have both their parents there for the holiday — to feel like a complete family again, even if just for one day.

When my son’s new wife found out, she was furious. She said I’d overstepped and disrespected her, but I told her, “She’s more family to us than you are. My grandkids deserve to celebrate with both parents.” That was the last straw. She grabbed her coat, stormed out of the house, and my son stayed behind with the kids and me.

About an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Two police officers stood outside, saying they’d received an anonymous call about a loud family dispute and concerns for the children’s safety. My heart sank. We were shocked as they came in, looked around, and even took my son to the station for questioning.

Our peaceful Thanksgiving turned into a nightmare. Eventually, the police realized there had been no danger and released my son. Later that evening, we found out the truth — his new wife had made the anonymous call. She admitted she’d done it because she felt unwelcome in her own home and wanted to ruin the dinner.

I couldn’t believe she’d go that far. I only wanted my grandkids to have a nice Thanksgiving with their mom. But now, I can’t stop wondering — did I do something wrong?