“Vanessa is pregnant.”
My stomach tightened.
“Congratulations.”
Mom continued without acknowledging my tone.
“Daniel needs financial stability. Don’t be selfish.”
I closed my eyes.
“And my children?”
“They’ll adjust.”
For a moment, I couldn’t speak.
Pensé en todos los años que había ayudado a mi familia económicamente.
I’d made payments toward my parents’ mortgage.
I’d covered Vanessa’s tuition.
I’d paid her credit card bills when she couldn’t manage them herself.
Cuando alguien necesitaba ayuda, me llamaban.
Y casi siempre decía que sí.
Ahora mi madre esperaba que yo proporcionara seguridad financiera al hombre que me había traicionado a mí y a la hermana que había ayudado a destruir mi matrimonio.
Even my children were apparently expected to accept whatever arrangement made Vanessa’s life easier.
I asked a question I’d been holding back.
“Mother,” I asked quietly, “did Daniel give you money from my company?”
