One night, I heard my grandmother on the phone. She said, “She’s ruining his life,” and “I told him to leave her, but he won’t listen.” I realized she was talking about my mom after a moment. My heart sank.
I hurried to inform my mom, shocked. She was shocked. She turned to my dad with shaking eyes and asked, “Do you know what your mother’s been saying about me?”
Dad initially seemed perplexed, but then he looked like he was caught up in something he didn’t want to discuss.
He asked what I heard, so I recounted it word-for-word. My mom stared at him, waiting for him to deny it, but he groaned and scratched his forehead. Silence sounded louder than arguments.
Even though I was 23, I felt like a kid again. He finally acknowledged that Grandma had been talking about Mom to him behind her back for months. “She thinks you’re not the right fit for me anymore,” he remarked cautiously, as if navigating a minefield.
Mom’s face turned crimson—not angry red, but hurt red, where your body doesn’t know whether to cry or scream. He was asked to defend her. Not answering right away was enough.
It became a slow-motion argument where no one yells but every sentence cuts. My dad continued saying, “You don’t understand how she is,” as if it was okay. Mama asked him why he allowed his mother poison their marriage.
He said she was overreacting. Mom left the room. After over an hour, she didn’t return.
I thought she got water. Upon her return, she appeared calmer and more determined. She told me to stay out of it, but her eyes kept darting toward the door like she was expecting another blow.
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