I’m Hozumi, 40 years old, and a working mom. I live with my husband and our two kids—a daughter in 9th grade and a son in 7th. We were living a quiet, happy life in the suburbs until one incident brought a long-standing issue to the surface. It’s the way my husband treats me versus his mother. He constantly prioritizes her feelings and opinions over mine. It’s been happening since we got married, so I usually just let it slide or grin and bear it, but something finally made me snap.
I can’t believe I crashed the car… I’m so depressed about it. I’ve completely lost my confidence behind the wheel and don’t want to drive for a while. That’s why I told my husband, “Let’s all four of us go to the memorial service in one car with you driving. Since we only have the compact right now, let’s ask your mom to meet us there.” She drives all the time and the cemetery isn’t even that far. It’s not like I’m asking for the world, right? But on the day of, whether he just forgot or his mom said no (I’m betting on the latter), he took off without me.