Ethel wasn’t satisfied. She planted herself in the hospital corridor and loudly proclaimed, “My god, I’ve never seen anything like this. You made your own mother sick, called the cops on her, and you don’t even pay a cent for her medical bill. If you were my daughter, I’d beat you to death! I’d rather have been childless than have a daughter like you!”
I turned to an officer and asked, “Is publicly insulting someone a crime?”
That question shut Ethel up finally.
In the end, I got all my gold jewelry back and left the hospital.
Buck demanded that I accompany Mom and take care of her, but I snapped back at him.
The next day, unwilling to “bother” her precious son, Mom discharged herself from the hospital in a hurry.
She was always like this. In front of me, she was either in pain here or hurting there. No matter how busy I was, I had to take time off to look after her at the hospital, spending both my money and my effort.
On one hand, she called me “thoughtful.” On the other hand, she sucked me dry relentlessly.
After growing completely disillusioned with her, I poured all my energy into my work.
But less than a month into a peaceful routine, something happened again.