I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Inside was a mountain of clothes that were massive, outdated, and frankly, repulsive. They were all sized 3X and 4X. They were the kind of clothes that might have been fashionable fifty years ago, and that was being generous!
The fabric was dirty, frayed at the edges, and reeked of mildew, as if they had been stored in a damp basement for decades.
My hands shook as I realized what this was, a cruel, calculated insult. Linda wasn’t only mocking my modest background; she was trying to humiliate me in the most personal way possible!
Standing beside me, Mark turned pale as he took in the sight of the clothes. Without a word, he grabbed his phone and dialed his mother’s number immediately, his face hardening with each ring.
When she answered, my husband didn’t waste any time! “Mom, what have you done!?” he snapped, putting the phone on speaker so I could hear both sides of the conversation. There was a moment of silence before Linda’s voice came through, cold and dismissive.
“What’s the matter, Mark? Don’t you appreciate a thoughtful gift?”
“A thoughtful gift? Are you kidding me?” Mark’s voice was rising now, a mix of anger and disbelief. “You intentionally sent my wife a box of rags that wouldn’t even fit a circus clown! What are you trying to do?”
“I’m not trying to do anything, Mark. I simply thought Jane could use some new clothes,” Linda replied, her tone dripping with false innocence.
“New clothes? These are relics from the Stone Age! And they’re not even her size, Mom. This is disgusting!” Mark was shouting now, his face flushed with anger.
I stood there, feeling a mix of emotions. I felt hurt, anger, and something else I couldn’t quite place. Was it relief? Relief that Mark was finally seeing his mother for who she really was?
Linda’s voice turned icy. “You’re overreacting. I just thought she might appreciate something different. It’s not my fault she has such simple tastes.”
My husband’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t about taste, Mom. This is about respect, something you clearly lack for Jane! I’m done with your games!”
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