My mom always told me I wasn’t good enough for my husband, doing everything she could to ruin our marriage. But everything changed when I went to a basketball game, and the “Kiss Cam” caught her—kissing another man. Now, I was ready to make her pay for everything she had done.
Your mom is supposed to be the closest person in your world.
That’s what people always say, and as much as I wished it were true for me, unfortunately, it wasn’t.
Ever since I was a child, I had always felt like the enemy number one in my mother’s eyes.
She used to say I stole her husband, but I was just a daughter to my dad.
She didn’t seem to like that.
She had wanted a son, but I was born instead, and she never tired of reminding me of that.
If it wasn’t for my dad’s support and care, I don’t know how I would have survived my childhood.
But everything changed when Noah came into my life.
Noah became the son my mom had always dreamed of.
He knew exactly how to win her over, and whenever my mom insulted me, he’d step in to defend me and shift her attention to himself.
I thought my suffering was finally over, but when Noah and I got married, my mom once again revealed the monster inside her who hated me.
“Oh, Noah, are you really cooking dinner? That’s a wife’s job,” my mom said one day.
“I’m a grown man, and I can cook for myself, it’s fine,” Noah replied.
“She doesn’t appreciate you, this Claire of yours,” my mom said, then glanced at me.
“You’ll see, you’ll be a terrible wife, Noah will leave you for someone better.”
“Claire is a wonderful wife, you shouldn’t say that, Mrs. Miller,” Noah responded.
“Noah, you should call me ‘mom,’” my mom insisted.
And these conversations became more frequent. Mom kept saying I didn’t deserve Noah, that he was too good for me, that I was nothing compared to him.
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