As I drove to the hospital, I was thrilled to bring home my daughters. But when I entered Suzie’s room, I was shocked to find her gone. Only the babies were sleeping, and a note was left behind. My hands shook as I read it: “Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”
A nurse entered, and I asked, “Where’s my wife?” She hesitated and said Suzie had checked out that morning, leaving without explanation.
Confused and devastated, I left with my daughters, the note still in my hand. When I got home, I confronted my mom, who was holding a casserole. I showed her the note, demanding answers.
She claimed not to know what was going on, but I was furious. I accused her of undermining Suzie, and after some heated exchange, I found a letter from my mom to Suzie: “You’ll never be good enough for my son. Leave before you ruin their lives.”
I rushed to confront my mom. “How could you?” I shouted. “You’ve been bullying Suzie all this time, haven’t you?” She looked pale, unable to respond.
