I cant count the number of times I told him he shouldnt marry her. Even right before the wedding, I begged him not to go through with it. But did he listen to me? Not at allhe was completely smitten. And now hes reaping what he sowed.
A few days ago, my son rang me up. I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was unwell. You simply cant fool a mother. He asked me to come round. He told me his wife, knowing full well he was ill, had packed her bags and gone off to her friends’, leaving him on his own with no one to make him a cup of tea or cook up some soup.
On top of that, she wouldnt even answer his calls. Even though it was already late, I hurried over to his flat. On the way, I stopped at a chemist and picked up some medicine. And I couldnt help but think about hershe felt it was more important to run off and have fun than to look after her poorly husband. When I arrived, my son was in a really bad way. I almost called for an ambulance, but he pleaded with me to wait.
He was burning up. And there was nothing at all in the flat. Thank goodness Id brought along some food and medicine. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from shouting. What sort of woman behaves like this? Shed left her ill husband alone, there wasnt a single bit of medicine in the houseonly her slimming pills and a fridge echoing with emptiness. I made my son a cup of tea and dashed out to the shop. He needed some proper broth.
Only after hed rested and had something to eat did he start to perk up a bit. His temperature finally came down. Then, his lovely better half turned up at three in the morning, reeking of gin. Shed obviously had a great night. She didnt care a jot about what I said regarding medicine. Out of respect for my sons state, I kept my temper. But honestly, he looked like he was on the verge of losing his, too.
