My son was sick, and our finances were drained. So to save money, we moved in with my mother-in-law. When medical bills climbed, my husband swallowed his pride and asked her for help covering the surgery that could save our child’s life.
Her answer shook me: she refused—without hesitation. “I’m going to Greece next week. I deserve it,” she said, smiling like it was nothing more than scheduling a spa day.
I tried not to push—it’s her money, after all—but the pain was raw.
While she was away, I hid a drawing from my son in her room, hoping to remind her that he loved her despite the hurt. As I laid it down, I stumbled upon a check stub—thousands of dollars paid toward a luxury cruise. My chest tightened; relief for my son was traded for sea breezes. I clutched that paper in disbelief, fury rising with every heartbeat.
Vacationing is normal… but this? This felt like betrayal.
