My son claimed my DIL hadn’t left bed for weeks and demanded I help out. He sounded frantic over the phone, his voice cracking as he described her “mysterious illness.” I pushed back, reminding him that I have my own health struggles and a part-time job that keeps me on my feet. He lost it, accusing me of being “heartless” and claiming I was abandoning them in their darkest hour.
Guilt is a powerful motivator, especially when it’s wrapped in the voice of your only child. I didn’t sleep much that afternoon, thinking about my daughter-in-law, Ruby, and how she had always been a bit quiet. I wondered if she was truly suffering from something serious that they were too scared to name.
By 6 p.m., I couldn’t take the worry anymore, so I grabbed my spare key and drove over to their house in Surrey. My stomach dropped when I walked in and saw her giving a high-energy personal training session in the middle of the living room. She wasn’t in bed, and she certainly didn’t look sick; she was doing mountain climbers while shouting encouragement to a client on a laptop screen.
She was glowing with sweat, looking stronger and more vibrant than I had seen her in years. When she spotted me standing in the doorway with a Tupperware container of soup, she nearly tripped over her own feet. “Margaret!
What are you doing here?” she gasped, quickly hitting the mute button on her Zoom call. I looked around the room, which was spotless and filled with expensive-looking gym equipment I’d never seen before. There was no sign of the “disaster zone” my son, Callum, had described over the phone just a few hours earlier.
I felt a wave of confusion wash over me, followed by a sharp, stinging heat of anger toward my son. Ruby sat me down and apologized profusely, her face turning a deep shade of crimson that had nothing to do with her workout. She explained that she hadn’t been in bed for weeks; in fact, she had been working twelve-hour days to launch her new fitness business.
“Callum told me you knew,” she whispered, her eyes wide with genuine shock. “He said you offered to take over the house cleaning and the laundry so I could focus on the launch.”
I felt the room tilt slightly as the pieces of Callum’s lie began to settle into place. He hadn’t been protecting a sick wife; he had been trying to trick me into becoming their unpaid live-in housekeeper.
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