My Mom's Health Insurance

It was time to pay for health insurance again.

My mother called me.

Your father and I arent planning to pay this year. Were both healthy, no need to waste money.

She said this every year, and every year I would volunteer to pay for them.

This year, however, I didnt want to.

If you dont want to pay, then dont. Just dont regret it later.

Mom was silent for a few seconds, then hung up without a word.

I knew she was angry, but I felt nothing.

It wasn't that I couldn't spare the eight hundred dollars. It was that I was fed up with her cruel stupidity.

Not long after I hung up, my mother called again.

You dont need to pay for us either. We dont need it, and we certainly wont thank you.

I chuckled humorlessly. Of course. Its not like I have money to burn.

Why bother doing something so thankless?

Mom said nothing, her breathing growing ragged.

I knew she was angry, but I had no desire to appease her.

If theres nothing else, Im hanging up. Im at work.

What if you secretly pay for us anyway? she suddenly blurted out. After all, you always used to, and youve always prided yourself on being a dutiful daughter.

Her sarcastic tone made a sudden irritation flare within me.

What exactly do you want?

Swear on the baby in your belly. Otherwise, youll claim were taking advantage of you again.

My hand, holding the phone, unconsciously tightened, almost crushing the device.

My husband, Michael, and I got married last year. Wed been trying for a baby for over a year, with two pregnancies.

The first ended in miscarriage at two months. The second was now, barely three months along, and showing signs of threatened miscarriage again.

She wasnt asking me to swear; she was cursing my child.

This was my own mother, Eleanor Stone. Ever since I was a child, if I ever displeased her in the slightest, she would brutally strike at my weakest points.

The more I suffered, the happier she seemed.

I clenched my fist, wanting to say, How about I swear on my mother instead? A living adult surely carries more weight than a tiny embryo.

But I opened my mouth again and again, yet couldnt bring myself to utter such vicious words.

What, you dont dare? she sneered. Oh, come on, youre usually so brave, ignoring us all year.

She knew I couldn't be that cruel, so she doubled down on her provocation.

Youre on the verge of your second miscarriage and still arguing with me. Cant you see? Even heaven is on my side.

I trembled with anger, tears welling in my eyes.

I hated my tearful outbursts!

Not wanting my distress to affect the baby in my belly, I hung up the phone and blocked her number.

That evening, my mother posted on social media.

Getting old is truly useless. Cant even pay for insurance on my phone. My only daughter is married now, busy taking care of her own little family, no time for me at all. Whats the point of living like this? God, please take me away quickly, dont let me burden my child anymore!

A long message, seemingly self-reproachful, but actually a thinly veiled accusation.

Uncle George was the first to comment, asking Mom what was wrong and if she needed help.

Aunt Carol quickly followed, urging Mom not to think about doing anything drastic, offering to come stay with her immediately.

Tomorrow was Grandmas birthday. All the children and grandchildren would be there to celebrate.

Mom had posted this simply to brand me "unfilial," then rally everyone to condemn me and force me to submit.

Michael looked at me worriedly. Maybe you shouldnt go tomorrow. Youre not feeling well right now, and its perfectly understandable if you dont.

I shook my head. I had to go.

I couldn't let her ruin my reputation.

I would reveal the truth in front of everyone, letting them know what she did a year ago.

As I expected, the next day, upon entering Grandmas house, I saw Mom leaning on Aunt Carols shoulder, wiping away tears.

Uncle George looked at me with disapproval. Bethany, Im not usually one to lecture, but your mother raised you with such hardship. How can you treat her like this, not even paying for her health insurance!

Aunt Martha chimed in. For years, my husband and I have had our health insurance paid by your cousin Thomas without even asking. Its only eight hundred dollars, Beth. A few fewer meals out and youd have it.

Aunt Carol spoke earnestly. Your mother said you used to pay for her and your fathers insurance, but this year you suddenly refused. Did your in-laws instigate this? Bethany, dont mind me for speaking plainly, but you cant forget your own family for your new one. When things get tough, its your own family that will support you.

Seeing everyone in the room speaking up for her, Mom cried even louder.

Ever since she got married last year, shes changed completely. She doesnt come home anymore, doesnt care for her parents. I dont know what we did wrong to make her hate us so much!

She accused, tears streaming, her swollen eyes making it seem as though she was genuinely suffering immense grievance.

I looked at her coldly. Did I distance myself from you because of my marriage? Last year, I transferred eight hundred dollars to you for health insurance. Did you pay it? What did you do with that money?

Ever since graduating from college and starting work, my paychecks had gone directly to my mother.

Last year, when I got married, I wanted my card back. She threw a fit.

Dont get too love-struck! Youve only been married three months and youre already giving your paychecks to his family!

I knew she was unwilling, but I needed money to live my life. Besides, I hadnt taken a single penny of my sixty-thousand-dollar wedding funds; Id given it all to her.

To appease her, I pulled out my phone to pay for her and Dads health insurance.

I wanted her to know that taking back my paycheck didn't mean I wouldn't care for them anymore.

But she shot me a sideways glance. Dont bother. Just transfer the money to me, and Ill take care of it myself.

I couldnt argue with her, so I did as she asked.

Who knew she hadnt paid the health insurance at all? Instead, shed put the eight hundred dollars in a gift envelope and adopted a goddaughter.

Whats wrong with me adopting a goddaughter? I told you to buy your marital home near our house so itd be convenient to look after your father and me, but you didnt listen. Melanie moved in across the street and has often looked after and helped us. Shes much better than you!

Mom jutted out her chin, looking perfectly righteous.

I suppressed the turmoil in my heart. Dont tell me you dont know that Melanie bullied me for three years in middle school!

She led the charge to ostracize me, tore up my textbooks, burned my hair with a lighter, publicly pulled up my skirt, and spread vile rumors about me behind my back

For three whole years, she clung to me like a demon.

Every single one of her cruel acts still tormented me, even now.

Because of her, I didnt get into a good high school. I even fell into depression, unable to pull myself out, and almost did something terrible.

And my own mother had adopted that demon as her goddaughter.

Mom scoffed. Bullying this, bullying that. Was it really that serious? Kids playing together always have squabbles.

Besides, didnt she apologize to you later? Why are you still holding a grudge? Youre so petty.

All these years, she hadnt changed one bit.

Just like when I cried and begged her to go to school and stand up for me, she had instead asked: Why do they only bully you, and not others?

Aunt Carol also shrugged it off.

Kids fighting is normal. It all happened so long ago, just let it go. You need to be more magnanimous.

Aunt Martha added, Yes, to give your mother the silent treatment for a whole year over such a small thing, you really hold a grudge.

No one sympathized with me. They only defended Mom, accusing me of overreacting.

Seeing this, Mom pressed her advantage.

You dont even think, why I adopted Melanie as a goddaughter? Isnt it because youre unreliable, disappointing and hurting me again and again!

She pointed at her own chest as she spoke.

I gave a bitter laugh. What did I do that made you feel I was unreliable? Was it not buying a house near your home, as you wished? Or taking back my own paycheck from you?

In our small town, a fifteen-minute drive would get you anywhere.

All she needed to do was call, and no matter how busy or late it was, I would rush over.

My paychecks, though Id taken them back, Id left her the sixty-thousand-dollar wedding funds.

Was that still not enough?

No! Not for her.

She knew very well the harm Melanie had inflicted on me.

She deliberately adopted her as a goddaughter, just to anger me, to punish my disobedience.

Mom, your need for control is too strong, you want too much. I truly cant satisfy you.

I am a living, breathing person with my own thoughts, not a puppet on strings.

My cousins exchanged glances.

Your paychecks were with your parents before you got married?

Are you kidding? Of course I keep my own paycheck.

Do you have to give wedding funds to your parents? Im not married, I dont know.

Wedding funds are seed money for the new family. Parents usually dont take them.

So, Bethanys actually pretty filial, then. Why is Aunt Eleanor still unhappy?

Who knows? Anyway, I think shes much more dutiful than I am.

They chatted excitedly in low voices. Uncle George shot them a stern look, and immediately no one dared to speak.

Mom stared at me for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up and, with a thud, knelt before me.

Bethany, Mom was wrong! Mom willingly gave birth to you and raised you. I shouldnt ask for anything in return. Just forgive Mom this once! If not, your father and I will go home and take pills to end our lives, guaranteeing we wont burden you again!

She desperately clutched my sleeve, swearing, refusing to let go no matter how I struggled.

If you dont forgive Mom today, Mom wont get up!

The younger relatives stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

They never would have dreamed that my mother would do such a thing.

This is awful!

Aunt Carol quickly walked over to help her up, her face filled with sympathy.

Bethany, its your Grandmas birthday today. So many people are here. Must you deliberately humiliate your mother in public?

Uncle George also rose abruptly, his eyes like daggers.

Im so disappointed in you, Bethany. There are no bad parents in this world. Dont you fear shortening your life by forcing your mother to kneel before you?

Apologize to your mother! Then dutifully pay for her health insurance, or dont blame Aunt Carol and me for not being polite!

I shifted my gaze to Mom. She was wiping away tears, her head bowed, but the secretly upturned corners of her mouth were harder to suppress than a loaded gun.

What are you waiting for? Go quickly!

Aunt Carol grabbed my arm, yanking me forcefully towards Mom. I shook her off.

A feeling of helplessness swept over me. I fought back tears, just barely.

The only mistake I made was coming here today!

After quickly saying goodbye to Grandma in the bedroom, I left without looking back.

I had lost, utterly defeated.

Moms knees were the most formidable weapon in the world, and I was defenseless against them.

How could I have forgotten? After twenty years of being mother and daughter, I was always the one crushed.

To tame me, she would stop at nothing.

How could I ever be her match?

Back home, Michael comforted me for a long time, but couldn't help but voice his worry.

Are you really determined not to pay for your parents health insurance? I dont mean anything by it, but theyre almost sixty. If they suddenly get a tricky illness, Im afraid youll still end up picking up the pieces.

No, I wont! I declared decisively.

They were both more focused on their health than anyone, and they had money.

Besides my wedding funds, their old family home also received thirty thousand in compensation.

Adding that to their existing savings, they had at least fifty thousand in their accountsenough to cover their medical expenses.

Seeing my resolute stance, Michael didnt bring up the subject again.

However, fate seemed to be deliberately working against me.

Not long after, my mother actually fell ill.

Acute viral pneumonia, triggered by the flu. Her condition was very serious.