After a tumultuous marriage, I am now divorced from my ex-husband, Peter. The end of our relationship should have brought closure, but his mother, Lorraine, had other plans. She had always disapproved of me and constantly reminded me that I was not “good enough” for her son. And when we separated, she made it her mission to make my life a living hell, taking everything she deemed valuable from me. I hoped that once the divorce was finalized, I would finally have peace, but Lorraine’s antics continued. One day, I came home to find my shower cabin labeled with a sticker that read “Peter’s Property” and Lorraine in the process of destroying my belongings. Despite my protests, she declared that everything was Peter’s and I had no right to keep any of it.
But just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, Lorraine showed up at my door in tears, begging for my help. Peter had been in a serious accident and she believed I was the only one who could save him. Despite feeling a flicker of pity, I couldn’t bring myself to help him after everything he had put me through. Lorraine left, angrily warning me that I would regret my decision.
Weeks passed and I heard rumors about Peter’s condition. In a moment of weakness, I decided to see him and hopefully gain closure. However, when I arrived at Lorraine’s house, I found Peter surrounded by chaos and asking for financial assistance. Disgusted by his audacity, I left without looking back.