At our gender reveal celebration, my mom requested payment for her assistance. She angrily told my wife, “I’m not your f… maid.” There are no persons who can curse my wife. My mother screamed, “Okay, I have no choice then” and rushed out, slamming the door.
Everyone at the party went silent, like life paused.
My wife Lara tried to laugh. She always put others first.
I saw it in her eyes—she was holding back tears. That hurt.
This day was intended to be joyous.
Our closest friends, relatives, and aunts gathered in our garden. Pink and blue decorations everywhere. Everyone guessing, balloons floating, cake on the table.
Then that.
Actually, my mom was behaving out for weeks. She offered and demanded party planning assistance.
But she turned it into a power trip, choosing the guest list and cake taste without asking. Lara kept quiet to avoid aggravating things.
I assumed my mom was dominating again.
But this? A whole new level. She left, and the party limps.
We discovered a girl after popping the balloon.
We were applauded and hugged. Tension permeated the air.
Like everyone was pretending to be joyful but contemplating what transpired. It was quiet at the kitchen table with Lara that night.
Nothing was touched of the leftover cake.
She asked me quietly, “If this is how your mom will treat our daughter…” Am scared.”
That broke me. My upbringing was cold. My mom reared me alone.
Dad departed when I was six.
She worked two jobs, frustrated and exhausted. Respected her.
Unfortunately, she never learned to be kind. Like hugs, she utilized control and guilt.
I hoped she’d relax as a grandmother.
Was wrong. Next day, I called her. She remained silent.
I texted.
Nothing. She answered two days later, “Call me when your wife learns some respect.”
The end.
The line. No call.
Not for weeks.
As Lara’s belly grew, we prepared the nursery. Colored the walls gentle yellow. Purchased a crib on Facebook Marketplace.
Any peaceful time with her reminded me of my mom.
Our stillness had grown heavy. I didn’t expect the twist.
Aunt Clara unexpectedly called. “You need to talk to your mom,” she said.
I nearly laughed.
She insulted my wife during the gender reveal. You expect me to do what? The silence was long.
She said, “She’s been diagnosed with breast cancer.”
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