My Daughter-in-Law Made Me Eat from a Dog Bowl,So I Took Everything BackChapter 1
My husband was sick, lying in a hospital bed, craving homemade noodles. All I wanted was to use my son's kitchen to cook a couple of meals.
Cary Delgado hemmed and hawed. "Yvonne and I don't really cook. Why don't you just buy something from a restaurant?"
I kept asking until he finally gave in and took me back to his place.
His wife, Yvonne Fox, opened the door with a sour expression, her reluctance written across every feature.
After I finished cooking, Yvonne walked into the kitchen and handed me two bowls.
"Mom, these are for you and Dad. I have a thing about germs. I don't share dishes with other people."
I ate, cleaned up after myself, gathered my things, and headed out.
When I stepped into the elevator, I realized I'd left my phone behind. I turned back to get it.
I hadn't made it through the door when I heard Yvonne's voice, cold and sharp.
"Cary, this time I let her eat out of the dog bowl. Next time, I won't be so generous."
My whole body began to shake. I grabbed the door handle to keep from collapsing.
If I'm not even worthy of a real bowl in your house, then don't you dare come to me looking for a lifeline.
After I sold the house and the car, I had someone terminate both their employment contracts.
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I stood there, gripping the door handle, trying to absorb what Yvonne had just said.
The dog bowl?
I stared at the bowl still dangling from my hand, stunned.
No wonder it had looked familiar the moment she pulled it out.
It was the same bowl her little dog Doudou ate and drank from every day.
A wave of nausea surged up from the pit of my stomach.
I doubled over the trash can and dry-heaved.
No matter what, I was her mother-in-law. I was Cary's mother.
How dare she make me eat out of a dog bowl.
I wiped my mouth, steadied myself, and knocked on the door.
It took a long time before Yvonne finally dragged herself over to open it.
"Mom, why are you back again? Isn't Dad waiting for his food?"
Cary couldn't meet my eyes.
I glanced toward the balcony, at the little dog in its cage.
Sure enough, the bowl in front of it was identical to the one I'd just eaten from.
"I forgot my phone. Just came to grab it."
Yvonne dropped onto the couch, watching me like I was a shoplifter, as if I might pocket something on my way out.