I’m Hozumi, 40, a working mom. I live in a quiet suburb with my husband, our eldest daughter in 9th grade, and our son in 7th. We were a happy, normal family—until a fight over how to get to the family grave changed everything. I’d recently dented the car and was too shaken to drive, so I suggested we all squeeze into our compact car to visit my father-in-law’s grave. I told my husband to have my mother-in-law meet us there. But instead, he ditched me and took the kids and his mother without even saying a word.
I told my husband I was a nervous wreck after hitting the car and didn’t want to get behind the wheel. But he went ahead and left without me anyway. I’m stuck somewhere between being heartbroken and absolutely livid. My mother-in-law probably pulled the “you promised to pick me up, so keep your word” card, and he just folded. What really burns me up is that he decided to pick her up behind my back and used the morning chaos as a cover to leave me behind. It’s clear now that in his world, his mother comes first and I’m just an afterthought. I’ve had my suspicions for a while, but this whole mess just confirmed it.