Rebirth: Tearing apart the cheating daughter–in–law and the ungrateful
son
Chapter 1
I caught my daughter–in–law cheating on my
son.
I confronted her, and she flipped out, turned it all around on me.
I told my son, Mark, everything, clear as day.
I figured he deserved to know, the dumb sap.
But Brenda, that little witch, she started crying, said I was bullying her.
“Ever since I married Mark, you’ve hated me, Mom! Maybe I’m just not good enough. If I’d known you’d accuse me of something like this, I’d rather be dead!”
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She tried to fake a suicide by trying to hang
herself, but Mark stopped her, the idiot.
“Mom, how could you say something like that
about Brenda? How could you even think that,
after all these years? You’re my own mother,
and you’re so mean!”
Mark, in a huff, packed his bags and took
Brenda with him.
Later, I got real sick, cancer ate me up.
I begged Mark to come see me, just once.
He showed up with Brenda and they unplugged
my oxygen tank, right in front of me.
As I choked, I heard Brenda whisper in my ear,
smug as hell:
“Thanks for accusing me of cheating back then,
you old hat! Because of that Mark and Lant
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you old bat! Because of that, Mark and I got
your money that much faster. It worked out
better this way.”
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“Oh, and next time you accuse someone, bring
the damn proof! You think your word is enough
to condemn someone?”
I suffocated, died alone.
Mark and Brenda lived it up with my money,
traveled the world.
Then I woke up.
Back to the day I caught Brenda cheating.
This time, I’m swapping out the lube for super
glue.
You want proof? I’ll give you proof, alright.
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“Mom, it’s getting late! You need to get to the
store and buy some groceries or all the good
stuff will be gone.”
“Go to the farmer’s market across town. I heard
they have the freshest lobster, that’s my
favorite!”
Brenda was lounging on the couch, glued to her
phone, pushing me out the door.
I glanced at her, hiding my disgust, and smiled.
“Sure thing, honey.” Then I grabbed my
shopping bag and headed out.
The farmer’s market in Eastfield is five miles
away.
A good two–hour round trip, but I took my
sweet time getting there.
Because I remember how this all goes.
