My husband visited his sick mother every Friday I surprised him and found out the truth
My husband visited his sick mother every Friday I surprised him and found out the truth
My husband visited his sick mother every Friday I surprised him and found out the truth
The rain tapped softly against the window, creating a melancholy rhythm that resonated with my mood. As I sat on the living room couch, watching the water droplets chase each other down the glass, I felt the weight of the past few years press down on me.

When I met Mark, he was everything I ever wanted – kind, compassionate, and a rock I could always rely on. His love and care intensified when our beautiful daughter, Emily, came into the world. He was always there, ready to offer a helping hand or a comforting word. It made me feel cherished and adored. But, as it often goes in life, not everything was picture perfect.

The one thorn in our otherwise blissful life was Mark's mother, Mrs. Petersen. From the moment I was introduced, the disdain was clear. Her eyes, faded with age, would sweep over me critically, finding faults in everything – from the way I held Emily to the taste of the casserole I’d so carefully prepared for our first family dinner together.

"I just don't understand why she can't clean up a bit," she'd murmur to Mark when she thought I wasn't in earshot. Or, "The child looks malnourished. Doesn’t Sarah feed her properly?"

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