Subdue the weird husband and his family

I struggled to swallow the pasta, my eyes stinging with tears. In that moment, I felt like a total failure, unable to even raise my own son properly.

Just as my son stepped out the door, my phone rang.

“Chloe, do you have any money left? Your brother’s business is struggling, and we need to pay for Finn’s class. Can you help out?” It was my mom.

“Mom, didn’t I just send you five thousand a while ago? Why do you need money again so soon?” I frowned, tightening my grip on the phone.

“That was for Finn’s tutoring classes! It’s not the same! Why are you so clueless? Hurry up and transfer the money; the teacher is waiting!”

“Did my brother gamble again...?” I barely finished the question before my mom hung up, immediately messaging me to transfer the money.

Thinking of what Margaret said earlier, I felt my heart sinking.

“Mom, I don’t have any money left. This month, Jacob just gave me some, and I sent it to you. The finances aren’t my responsibility – ask my brother to figure something out.”

Less than two minutes later, I got a message: [If you don’t have money, just ask Jacob for some! Why are you whining to me about being broke? Is it my fault I raised you?]

I sighed as I read the message, then transferred my last five thousand.

My son had just started first grade and would be moving up to second grade in the fall. That evening, when I went to pick him up from school, his teacher pulled me aside. “Mrs. Sullivan, has something been going on at home? Kevin’s been really unfocused in class lately, and he’s been using bad language. He’s not getting along with the other kids; he either pulls girls’ hair or fights with boys. Can you please talk to him about this?”

I nodded repeatedly, apologizing to the teacher and promising to communicate with Kevin when we got home.

The teacher also informed me about a parent-teacher meeting this Friday.

Once I got home, I intended to discuss this with my son, but before I could start, he shouted, “I don’t want you to go to the meeting! I want Grandma to go! You’re so embarrassing; you don’t even act like my mom! It’ll be humiliating if you show up!”

He ran to his room and locked the door. I looked down at my outfit.

Over the years, I had prioritized the family and hardly had time to take care of myself. My clothes were from years ago, and I wore them as long as they weren’t falling apart.

In contrast, Margaret had no household chores to deal with; her days were spent hanging out with friends or at the salon, and she refreshed her wardrobe every season.

Thinking about what the teacher said, I knew there was a serious problem with Kevin’s education. I had to attend that parent-teacher meeting. But at dinner, my suggestion was immediately shot down. Not only did my son oppose me, but my husband joined in too.

“With you going, he’ll just be embarrassed. Let Mom go instead,” he said nonchalantly, and my heart felt like it was being crushed.

“Why? Kevin is my son; I have the right to be involved in his education. I have to go to this meeting.”

“What’s the point? My grandson wants me to go. Just give it up,” Margaret shot me a glance. “I’ll buy some new clothes this week to make sure I don’t embarrass Kevin.”

“Mom, do you know what the teacher told me today? Kevin can’t focus in class and isn’t getting along with the other kids. I think as his mother, I have the right to intervene.”

“When you were in first grade, did you always pay attention in class? Do you even know how much pressure kids are under these days? It’s easy for you to talk as a stay-at-home mom,” Margaret said, looking at me with disdain.

Just as I was about to respond, a wave of dizziness hit me.