A few months ago, I made a foolish mistake – I took out a large loan in my name at the bank.
Now I realize that I acted impulsively, but at that moment, all I could think about was saving my mother.
One evening, she called me, crying, and said she had at most three weeks left to live if she didn’t undergo surgery. But instead, she went on a resort vacation. I can’t get over such betrayal.
Two years ago, I got married, and now I am on maternity leave. My husband and I started a small business.
Our business is still in its early stages, just beginning to grow. Since our company is related to farming, we sold our apartment and bought a house in the countryside.
We haven’t finished all the renovations yet. I stay at home with our child, and my husband works alone. We don’t have much free money; everything is invested in the business.
Probably seeing our big house, my mother decided that we were swimming in money. At first, she demanded expensive gifts—literally demanded.
– My neighbor’s daughter bought her a real fur coat. And they are just factory workers. And what do you give me?
But we were already helping her. We fully covered her utility bills, brought her groceries every week, and even gave her trips to health resorts. She is retired, and she has everything she needs.
What else could my mother possibly want? She is not living in poverty. At first, I tried to meet her demands, but eventually, I stopped. Now I have a son, a business, and a husband. My family must come first.
And then, suddenly, this news! What could I do? Of course, she’s my mother; I didn’t want her to die. My husband and I talked it over and took out a loan.
I suggested transferring the money directly to the clinic’s account, but my mom refused, saying she had to give it to the doctor in an envelope. At that time, I was in such shock that I didn’t even realize there was something suspicious. She also refused to get a second opinion from another clinic.
Mom left and told me not to visit her because she needed rest. She said she would call when she could after the surgery.
The whole time, I couldn’t find peace. A week passed, then two, then three… but my mom never called. I decided to go to her apartment because I wanted to be closer to her.
As soon as I unlocked the door, I was shocked. Music was playing in the room, the kitchen smelled of fresh coffee, a suitcase stood in the hallway, and singing came from the bathroom.
It was my mom! She walked out, tanned and glowing, clearly looking nothing like someone who had just undergone surgery. And she obviously wasn’t happy to see me.
– Oh, Emily! Wait, it’s not what you think!
– And what am I supposed to think? I can tell from the fridge magnets that you were in Turkey! Is that where you had your surgery?
It turned out she had simply lied to me. She was perfectly healthy; she just wanted an expensive vacation.
I haven’t answered her calls for over a month now. How could she do this? How could a real mother betray her child like that? She enjoyed her trip, and now I have to pay off the loan.
