
02/09/2025
MY HUSBAND ASKED ME TO BRING DINNER TO HIS SICK MOM — ON MY WAY THERE, MY LAWYER CALLED ME SHOUTING, "GO BACK NOW!"
My MIL, Linda, had been sick for days. On Wednesday evening, my husband Matt and I were set to finalize a huge milestone: buying the house we'd rented for five years. But Matt pulled me aside, looking worried.
"Mom's not doing well," he said. "She hasn't eaten all day. You should bring her dinner."
I hesitated. "We have that meeting with the real estate agent soon," I reminded him. "Can't we send takeout?"
He frowned. "Takeout? She needs homemade comfort food. You know she loves your lasagna."
Torn between our plans and wanting to help his mom, I caved. Maybe this would mend things between Linda and me — she's never really seen me as a part of the family.
I spent hours cooking the lasagna and, at 6 p.m., packed it up and drove to Linda's house, 40 minutes away. Halfway there, my phone buzzed. It was my lawyer, Sarah.
"Go back home. NOW. THEY'RE AT YOUR HOUSE," she shouted in an urgent voice. ⬇️