“You’re standing there pressing your phone, and the kitchen is a mess. But you were the one who just used the kitchen. yass Why didn’t you clean it?”
“Are you talking to me like that? Have you lost your senses? In my own son’s house?”
“Yes, Mama, you said it yourself—in your son’s house. And I am in my husband’s house. Go to your own husband’s house and let me enjoy my marriage. Did your mother not let you enjoy your own marriage? Answer me.”
“So you can talk back to me now? You low-class girl my son picked from the bush, you’re talking back to me? You must be very stupid!”
“Mom, what is happening here?”
“Can you imagine this stupid girl? I told her to go wash the plates in the kitchen, and she had the audacity to tell me that because I was the one who used the kitchen, I should be the one to clean it.”
“Oh God, what is all this? Mom, please go inside. Let me talk to her.”
“Talk to her? She must be stupid if she thinks she can chase me out of my son’s house.”
“Why did you say that to my mom?”
“You’ve seen how your mother has been treating me, right? Am I her slave?”
“What do you mean by that? Since morning, you’ve been cooking and cleaning. After you made breakfast, she said she wasn’t eating. Then she went into the kitchen, cooked her own meal, and now she’s telling me that even though the kitchen is dirty, I should clean it.”
“So cleaning up after my mother is now a problem? Do you hear yourself right now?”
“Your mom has been here for two weeks making my life a living hell. Can’t you see that?”
“She’s only trying to make our home perfect. She doesn’t mean any harm. I’m her only son, and she wants the best for us.”
“Really? Well, I don’t need her help. Please tell her to leave.”
“She will leave when she wants to. Do you know how much that woman has sacrificed for me, and you’re asking me to tell my mother to leave?”
“Okay, so that’s how it is, right? No problem. I know what to do.”
“Mom, she has been a pain in my neck, and I don’t know what to do.”
“What nonsense! Your husband is acting like a little boy. He can’t stand up to his own mother. How does he want to start a family like that?”
“Mom, I’m tired, honestly. I’ve talked, I’ve pleaded. Anytime she comes, she spends at least two weeks here and makes the house hotter than fire. She makes me feel unwanted. She once told me I can’t break the bond between her and her son. And my husband just stands there and watches her do all that.”
“I’m highly disappointed in him. That’s nonsense. His mother has him under her spell.”
“I don’t know what to do, Mom. I really don’t know.”
“You know what? I’ll tell my girls at the shop that I’m traveling for a week. My daughter must enjoy her marriage, and that woman must leave. That house will not contain both of us. Your husband must put his family first. Call your husband and tell him I’m coming over to spend some time.”
“Okay, Mom. I can’t wait.”
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