Chapter 5 - MY MOTHER HAD SPENT YEARS MAKING HERSELF SMALL SO I COULD STAY MARRIED

Mom and I fought.

For first time in years.

I said:

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shouted:

“Because every time I told you Diane insulted me, you said, ‘That’s just Diane.’”

I stopped.

True.

Christmas comment.

“You’re lucky Claire married up.”

I laughed awkwardly.

Mother’s Day:

“Elena, some people are better at being useful than elegant.”

I changed subject.

Wedding anniversary dinner:

“Your dress is very… practical.”

I rolled eyes.

Each time, Mom saw me choose peace.

So she stopped reporting.

Then:

“I thought if I ignored her, you wouldn’t have to choose.”

My chest hurt.

“I would have chosen you.”

“Would you?”

That question.

Before dinner?

Would I have confronted Ryan strongly?

Or asked Mom to ignore?

Probably latter.

Then she said:

“You were happy.”

“Was I?”

She looked.

Maybe.

Then:

“I didn’t want to be reason.”

There.

Mothers make themselves small to protect children’s marriage.

Wrong.

Understandable.

Then she admitted Diane had insulted her more privately.

Once called apartment “cute little place.”

Once asked whether she needed “help managing money.”

Once tried to give her used designer clothing as charity.

Mom refused.

Then:

“She asked if I cleaned houses after retirement.”

My jaw tightened.

Mom had master’s degree in education administration? Wait opening says she helped. Could make her former cafeteria manager. No need elevate dignity through profession. She deserved respect regardless. Keep.

Mom said:

“I worked food service thirty-eight years.”

Then smiled sadly.

“Maybe Diane heard cafeteria and decided servant.”

There.

Class contempt.

Then Marcus said something later:

“You know what worst part is?”

“What?”

“Mom actually likes serving people.”

True.

She loved feeding.

Helping.

That generosity was used against.

Then:

“Diane turned kindness into rank.”

Exactly.

Then Mom said:

“I don’t want you divorcing because of me.”

I answered:

“If I divorce, it’s because Ryan hit me and chose silence.”

Then:

“Not because you deserved steak.”

We laughed.

Then she said:

“I didn’t even want steak.”

That nearly killed me.

Of course.

It was never food.

It was plate.

Message.

Belonging.

Then we ordered Chinese takeout.

Mom ate off fine china at Marcus’s house.

Marcus put scraps on paper plate for himself as joke.

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Mom laughed so hard she cried.

Healing can be ridiculous.