At our gender reveal party, my mom wanted money for her help. She angrily said to my wife, “I’m not your f… maid.” There is a grand total of zero people who can cuss out my wife. So my mom said, “Okay, I have no choice then” and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Everyone at the party went quiet, like someone had hit pause on life.
My wife, Lara, tried to laugh it off. She’s always been the type to put others before herself. But I saw it in her eyes—she was holding back tears. That stung.
This was supposed to be a happy day. Our closest friends, cousins, aunts, all gathered in our backyard. Blue and pink decorations everywhere. Balloons floating, cake on the table, everyone buzzing with guesses.
