Then I noticed a button beneath the itinerary.
“SHARE TRIP DETAILS.”
Before I touched it, a notification appeared from our family group chat.
Eric had posted:
“Finally airborne. Hoping Diane gets the rest she desperately needs this week.”
“SHARE TRIP DETAILS.”
Mary, his mother, answered first.
“You both deserve it. Take care of her and the kids. We’ll see you soon!”
Eric replied:
“I always do, Mom.”
I stared at the screen.
“I always do, Mom.”
Then I scrolled up to see some of the messages from earlier in the week when I had no time to check.
“I keep offering to help, but she likes things done a certain way.”
Then another.
“She’s overwhelmed. I’m trying to get her to let go.”
My anger changed.
It wasn’t just the flight.
“I’m trying to get her to let go.”
***
For months, Eric had been telling his parents a version of our marriage where he was the patient husband and I was the overwhelmed mother who wouldn’t accept help.
I’d helped him build that story.
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