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.
Happy 70th Birthday to the one and only Reba McEntire, the queen of country music, born on this day in 1955. Just days ago, Reba joined forces with Trisha Yearwood at the Opry’s 100th birthday, delivering spine-tingling harmonies on a haunting murder ballad. If you haven’t seen it yet, buckle up — it’s pure magic.
