How Could You
Petunia spun around, her eyes blazing with anger. “Joe, I’ve had enough! Your wife is nothing but a lazy, good-for-nothing woman, squandering your hard-earned money on useless trifles.” Jennifer’s jaw tightened as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. “I’m not lazy, Mrs. Keeling,” she said firmly. “I’ve done everything I can to make you feel comfortable.” Petunia let out a derisive laugh. “Comfortable? Don’t make me laugh. You wouldn’t know hard work if it hit you in the face.” She was oblivious—or simply indifferent—to the fact that she was humiliating her son in front of his wife.
How Could You
A Bad Mom
Joe stepped between them, raising his hands in a calming gesture. “Enough, both of you. Jennifer, please sit down. Mom, we need to talk. Turning to Petunia, he spoke firmly, his voice steady despite the tension. “This has to stop. Jennifer is my wife, and I won’t tolerate you treating her this way.” Petunia’s eyes narrowed, her tone sharp. “I’m only telling the truth, Joe. You deserve better than her.” Frustration flickered across Joe’s face, but he held his ground. “That’s not for you to decide. Jennifer is my wife, and I love her.” But Petunia wasn’t ready to back down. As Jennifer quietly left the kitchen, Petunia followed close behind, her words cutting the air like daggers with each insult hurled.
A Bad Mom
