___“Listen, I hope this is the last time we have this kind of discussion: I love my mother and she will be able to live in this house as long as she wants.” I was determined and very angry, but not as much as Jill. Her eyes were blazing with anger.
___“Of course you love your mother and you think you can impose her to everybody. I know her, she’s gonna stick her disgusting turned-up nose in our lives. You know that I love you and that I would do anything possible to please you”, her voice was very soft now. I could see that she tried to seduce, to wheedle me but I would be stronger this time. And brutally, in a second, her traits became harder, almost cruel : “But she will not come to live here.”
___“Please Jill”, I was now supplicating, “you know that she is old, that she needs me, she needs us.” With this final sentence I hoped she would be at least moved, softened.
___“She hates me and you know it very well. And please, please, do not say that she needs you. You need her. But for God sake! When will you grow up? I don’t want a kid sniveling and whimpering all the time. I want a husband, Jack. A husband!”
I felt my cheeks becoming more and more red. I wanted to cry. She was right.
___“You know, she stays for one week and the children love her. How will we explain to the children that their granny cannot stay at home with them, read them stories, spend some time with them.” This reference to the children was undoubtedly a proof of my weakness but I was desperate. And of course her reaction came immediately, violent:
___“Do not involve the children in that. Your mother is an old witch and I don’t want my children to be too close to this woman. Look what she did to you: feeding you like a pig until you explode, overprotecting her little precious son. And what have you become? A WIMP! I don’t want my children to be wimps. She will not come here.” She knew I had lost. I could feel the tears on my cheeks, uncontrolled and uncontrollable. She added with her most charming smile: “Of course you know I still love you my little darling.”
___“I think I know a good hotel very close.” She had won.
___“Of course you love your mother and you think you can impose her to everybody. I know her, she’s gonna stick her disgusting turned-up nose in our lives. You know that I love you and that I would do anything possible to please you”, her voice was very soft now. I could see that she tried to seduce, to wheedle me but I would be stronger this time. And brutally, in a second, her traits became harder, almost cruel : “But she will not come to live here.”
___“Please Jill”, I was now supplicating, “you know that she is old, that she needs me, she needs us.” With this final sentence I hoped she would be at least moved, softened.
___“She hates me and you know it very well. And please, please, do not say that she needs you. You need her. But for God sake! When will you grow up? I don’t want a kid sniveling and whimpering all the time. I want a husband, Jack. A husband!”
I felt my cheeks becoming more and more red. I wanted to cry. She was right.
___“You know, she stays for one week and the children love her. How will we explain to the children that their granny cannot stay at home with them, read them stories, spend some time with them.” This reference to the children was undoubtedly a proof of my weakness but I was desperate. And of course her reaction came immediately, violent:
___“Do not involve the children in that. Your mother is an old witch and I don’t want my children to be too close to this woman. Look what she did to you: feeding you like a pig until you explode, overprotecting her little precious son. And what have you become? A WIMP! I don’t want my children to be wimps. She will not come here.” She knew I had lost. I could feel the tears on my cheeks, uncontrolled and uncontrollable. She added with her most charming smile: “Of course you know I still love you my little darling.”
___“I think I know a good hotel very close.” She had won.
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