My daughter-in-law and I had never been close, but I never imagined my own son had anything to do with it. Then one phone call exposed a lie neither of us was supposed to uncover.
“Good. Don’t tell him.”
My daughter-in-law, Megan, went quiet.
“Why?”
I looked down at my phone.
“Because I think I know how WE can teach him a lesson.”
For years, Megan and I had never been particularly close.
I visited my son’s family almost every weekend, mostly because of my granddaughter, Chloe.
Megan was always polite, but there was a distance between us I’d learned to accept.
I thought she simply didn’t like me.
Apparently, she’d thought the same thing about me.
And now I was beginning to understand why.
“Megan,” I said, “where are you?”
“I’m at a hotel.”
Another silence.
“Eric told me to leave.”
My hand tightened around the phone.
“He told Chloe you were staying with your sister, Jessica.”
“I know.”
“Why would he lie to Chloe?”
“Because he doesn’t want her to know what’s happening.”
“What is happening?”
Megan took a shaky breath.
“We had a fight.”
“About what?”
“You.”
That wasn’t the answer I’d expected.
“Me?”
“He told me you’d been complaining about me again.”
“Again?”
Megan gave a bitter laugh.
“He said you thought I was disrespectful because I barely spoke to you when you visited.”
I closed my eyes.
“Megan, I barely spoke to you because Eric kept telling me you felt like I was intruding.”
“What?”
“He said you complained every time I came over.”
“I never complained.”
“I know that now.”
Suddenly, years of awkward weekends looked different.
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