She Raised Baby
She insisted on her own way.
Every holiday was at her house.
I am the matriarch, she said. I have the most children.
So I had thirteen, because she had twelve.
It did not make any difference. My husband still caved in to Mommy.
For Christmas she gives me a five dollar bill.
Our children each get a twenty-five dollar gift certificate
My husband wracks up anywhere between four and five thousand dollars.
Does she not realize we have a JOINT back account?
I believe he might stop getting his “you are my baby money” if she did.
I also think it is a suggestion for us to move out, but we cannot afford it.
She is not horrible.
I can live with it, because what choice do I have?
She raised baby to always get his own way.
All he has to do is have a tantrum.
He has had hundreds of them.
Which is why he cannot keep a job.
He goes from tantrum to tantrum.
I get the last laugh as she stays home watching thirteen children.
That I had to try and make her life a living hell in her old age.
It is working too. I pick up my coffee cup and leave for the day.
Glad she gets to see how much help “baby” is.
She raised him after all.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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