Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 52

Getting sick was rough. I knew that well. That night, I felt a bit better and went to the hospital.

Yvonne was young but tough. When I got there, she was jumping around in her room.

When I walked in, she hid her phone under the covers. I heard a ping; she ducked under to text back and then peeked at me.

“Mom, what took you so long? I’m starving,” Yvonne whined when she saw me.

I used what little energy I had to sit down next to her. “Sorry, I’m sick, too. No food. Call your dad and ask him to bring

some.”

“Did I make you sick?” Yvonne blinked. “Good thing I didn’t let Tracy hug me, or she’d be sick too. If she’s sick, Dad won’t have help with work.”

She was such a pain. “Aren’t you hungry? Why not call your dad?” I didn’t want to argue. Maybe I should just ignore her instead of fighting with a kid.

Yvonne huffed, “Why should I call? Can’t you do it?”

“You’re the hungry one,” I told her.

“You’re supposed to be my mom.” Yvonne’s eyes filled with tears, whining, “Other moms are always there for their kids, not like you. I hardly see you all day.”

I paused, and then quietly texted Jared to bring food.

Jared’s driver showed up with dinner–all Yvonne’s favorites. She sat on the bed, legs crossed, eating

at me.

hungry, too, but

back. “Mom, clean this up,” she said. I got up and tidied everything. Then Yvonne sat up straight. “Tracy said there’s a toy store downstairs. I wanna

about how she used to get whatever she wanted, with top–brand clothes and the best of everything, but now, I wouldn’t spoil her like that. She

You’ve got toys by your bed. Play with those

making me unhappy. I’m a patient. I had a shot and my hand’s

so I stayed strong. “Yvonne,” I said seriously,

anything and won’t let me spend. The money you use is Dad’s. You’re just a parasite.” Yvonne was really going at it, sounding too smart for

bite. My look was cold, so Yvonne wanted

herself.

So, Yvonne, Mom will be busy working. You need to be more independent; do your own stuff.

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first time she heard me talk like this. She wasn’t used to it. “If Dad leaves you, you won’t spend his

will. But having someone isn’t everything. I need my own path. I’ll work hard. If you need help, ask your dad or

my child, but as someone who could understand. Whether she got it or not, I needed her to know she was grown

me know my place–to serve her like her nanny. She had a

I didn’t let her win. So she was confused. For someone so young, she was already trying to manipulate.

genes were strong.

life, I’d have let my daughter take advantage of me without a word. I thought her happiness was mine. But mothers were role

at arguing. She went quiet

back on the sofa and closed my