Reclaiming the mother's love

My husband brought his side piece home, and my daughter said Dad was just following his heart.

When some creep harassed me, she said he just made a mistake, like guys do.

When I wanted to call the cops, she said everyone deserves a second chance, so she tied me up and handed me over to him.

When I was running away and got hit by a car, she forgave the driver, and even paid him a settlement for emotional distress.

Now, I’ve been reborn, and she’s asking me to donate a kidney to the neighbor.

I sent her to the hospital instead. “You donate it, sweetie. I’m not gonna stop you.”

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“Mom, Mr. Peterson has been so good to our family. You gotta help him out!”

“He pulled strings to get me into the best elementary school in town and even bought me tons of school supplies.”

“And when I skip breakfast, he makes me a killer breakfast burrito and some hot dogs.”

“I know you’re not ungrateful, Mom. It’s just a little thing, you’ll help, right?”

I had just been reborn, and I was in a cab, listening to my daughter’s relentless nagging.

She was right next to me, looking at me with those big, hopeful eyes.

When I didn’t answer, she got louder. “Hey, cabbie, right? You gotta help people when they’re down.”

The driver chimed in, “Yeah, for sure. When someone’s been good to you, you gotta pay it forward.”

My daughter nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, Mom, Mr. Peterson is like family, and he’s been single forever with no one to help him. It's so sad.”

The driver gushed over her. “Man, that’s a good kid. Your mom is lucky to have you.”

Lucky? Yeah right.

My kid has a way of playing the victim and making me look like the villain.

She didn’t mention that she wanted me to donate a kidney to Mr. Peterson, who had end-stage renal disease.

That’s how it always was.

She asked for “help,” wouldn’t say what kind of help, then started crying and got the cab driver to pressure me.

I said “fine,” and got dragged to a back alley clinic, where they knocked me out.

When I woke up, I had a scar and only one kidney.

I asked my daughter what happened. And she gave me this sad puppy dog look, saying, “But Mom, I made sure you agreed to it! I have the recording here. The driver is a witness!”

“I didn't think you’d bail on us, Mom. I’m so sorry. I just never thought you could be so… ungrateful.”

Her dramatic tears worked, and the whole crowd turned on me, calling me a liar, a heartless witch, etc., etc..

Back home, she cried to my husband and mother-in-law. They started laying into me too, saying if I couldn't commit, I shouldn't have agreed, so embarrassing.

After that, I tried to keep my distance from her, but she kept pushing, getting worse.

When my husband brought his mistress home, I told them to get out. My daughter told me not to be mad, Dad was just looking for his soulmate. I should support them.

Within three days, the whole neighborhood thought I was an intolerant drama queen. Nobody knew my husband had a side chick.

Later, when she got attacked by som...