I had put up with my mother-in-law’s demands because she adored my daughter. Then I sent Alyssa over with spare keys, and she called me crying, begging me to come. By the time I reached her, I knew the keys weren’t missing. I still didn’t know what my husband had agreed to.
“Mom, Grandma lied to you! Please come here right now!”
My daughter was crying hard enough that I couldn’t make out what she said next.
“Alyssa, are you hurt?”
“No.”
My daughter was crying.
“Is somebody else hurt?”
“No, Mom. Just come. Please.”
I’d sent my 16-year-old to deliver a set of keys.
That was supposed to be the whole errand.
“Just come. Please.”
Less than an hour earlier, my mother-in-law had texted: Meredith, I need you to bring the spare keys to my house. I’ve lost mine.
I called to check, and she said she’d looked everywhere.
I promised to be there in 20 minutes.
“Good. Don’t take too long.”
She’d looked everywhere.
I was used to that tone.
At her house, I rarely finished a cup of coffee before she found something for me to do.
“Meredith, the kitchen’s a mess. Go tidy it up.”
Whenever I complained to my husband, Tadeo, he gave me the same answer.
I was used to that tone.
“She’s my mom. I don’t wanna get involved. Can’t you two just get along?”
I usually let it go. Lana adored Alyssa, her only granddaughter, and I didn’t want my resentment spilling into their relationship.
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That Friday, I also had something better to think about.
I usually let it go.
I was starting a full-time office job on Monday after years of part-time work around school hours.
My new work bag sat beside the door.
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