After hearing her teen son and friends tease her for “just cleaning all day,” Talia breaks down. She walks away without yelling, leaving them in the filth they never realized she carried. Week of silence. A lifetime of respect. This is her modest, memorable revenge.
Talia here thought love meant doing everything so no one else had to.
I kept the house clean, the fridge filled, the baby fed, the teenager (barely) on time, and my husband from collapsing under his construction boots.
I considered that enough.
However, when my son laughed at me with his pals, I realized I had established a world where being needed had become taking for granted.
I have 2 sons.
Eli, 15, has bladed teenage vigor. He is moody, inattentive, and preoccupied with his phone and hair. He’s my boy at heart. He was, at one point. He hardly looks up when I speak lately. Grunts, sarcasm, and extended sighs. He may have said “Thanks” to me.
