“I was so wrong to do what I did. I’m sorry, please forgive me.” “Forgive you for what?” I asked her. I did feel bad, yes. But I was still hurt. “I only said that because John loves your food. He always talks about how you make all these special things for him. I can’t even make a simple mac and cheese without him saying yours is better. I looked at the food, smelled all the delicious aromas in this kitchen, and panicked.” “Liz, you should know that a boy and his mother’s food is a special bond,” I laughed, trying to ease the tension.
“I can teach you how to cook like me. My mother taught me everything I know.” “Really?” she asked. “Even after I’ve been so horrible?” “Yes,” I said with a softening smile. Then, I led her to the Christmas tree, ready to give Liz her present. I still feel a bit hurt by the whole thing, but I’m glad she didn’t say what she said out of spite. Liz felt threatened by John’s love for my food instead of trying to build a relationship with her cooking. But I can teach her. If the same thing had happened to you, what would you have done?
Would you have stayed silent until the truth came out, like me? Or would you have reacted right away? But here’s another story for you: After losing her husband, Eliza, in an effort to ensure her son’s happiness, insists on meeting his girlfriend. Eliza is excited to meet her and goes to great lengths to prepare for her arrival but is horrified when she finally meets her.