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The Unexpected Demand for Divorce

Hello, my name is Alexis, and I am 29 years old. I balance my professional life between working from home and the office. My husband, Bruce, who is of the same age, shares a deep affection for his mother, Doris.

However, Doris often treats me unkindly. Despite the challenges we faced, Bruce and I recently celebrated our second wedding anniversary. I take great pride in navigating our relationship’s complexities.

Work has become a sanctuary for me, providing a much-needed escape and satisfaction. This has led to several promotions, an achievement not commonly seen among women in my field.

Currently, I am on a business trip in Europe, attending crucial meetings. During one such meeting, while my phone was on silent, it began to vibrate insistently.

It was unusual, so I suspected an emergency, especially after noticing five missed calls from Doris. Concerned, I thought something might be amiss.

I decided to step out and call her back. Just as I was about to do so, she called again. Doris: “Hello Alexis, where are you?” she demanded.

Her tone was laced with annoyance. I reluctantly answered, disliking her tone. Alexis: “Hi Doris, how are you? Is everything okay?” I queried.

Doris: “Where are you?” she repeated, her impatience palpable.

Although her demeanor was irritating, I was in the midst of an important discussion and preferred to avoid confrontation. Alexis: “I’m sorry, Doris, didn’t Bruce tell you? I’m in a meeting on a business trip. Can we talk later?” I responded gently.

Doris: “Bruce mentioned it, but what are you doing leaving your house and husband alone? Come back home immediately,” Doris demanded abruptly.

As usual, her demands were sudden and unreasonable. Alexis: “I’m sorry, Doris, but I’m currently engaged in something crucial and cannot leave,” I began to explain.

But she interrupted. Doris: “You’re so controlling, even though you’re just Bruce’s wife. I don’t care about your excuses. Come home right now,” her words were sharp.

Though they stung, I had to maintain my composure for the sake of my responsibilities. Today was turning out to be unexpectedly pivotal. Alexis: “Do you realize the significance of today?” I asked, clearly bewildered.

Doris, smirking slightly, revealed. Doris: “We’re celebrating my 62nd birthday today,” her tone carried a mix of triumph and expectation.

This caught me off guard because I remembered her birthday was slated for later in the month. The reveal was even more surprising given that I was in the midst of a business trip.

My husband and I had meticulously arranged a special dinner at an upscale restaurant to mark her milestone birthday later on. I was growing weary of Doris’s continual attempts to control situations.

These attempts seemed to intensify each year, particularly when she knew I was engaged with critical work tasks. Alexis: “As I’ve mentioned, I’m currently away on business, so I won’t be able to make it back home,” I explained calmly.

Doris: “That’s amusing,” she retorted sarcastically. “I spoke to Bruce earlier, and he’s taken the day off for me”.

“All the relatives will be there, but you, Alexis, are always buried in work. You come off as so detached,” she continued. “How do you think that makes your husband’s family feel?”.

Her words were designed to sting, and I knew if I engaged further, her sarcasm would only escalate. Since I was still amidst an important meeting, I had little choice but to cut the conversation short. Alexis: “I’m sorry, but regardless of the situation, I can’t attend your 62nd birthday celebration,” I said.

Doris’s tone shifted drastically; she inhaled deeply, her frustration palpable. Doris: “Fine then, I won’t consider you part of the family anymore. Don’t bother coming back. It’s like a divorce. Bruce deserves better,” she declared, her words sharp and cutting.

Her harsh remarks left me both angry and distressed, yet I refused to escalate the argument over the phone. Alexis: “All right, we’ll discuss this when I get back. I’m sorry, but I need to go now,” I responded.

Doris snapped back. Doris: “What’s with that attitude? I told you not to come back. I’ll just talk to Bruce myself,” and then she hung up.

Drained from the interaction with my mother-in-law, I returned to my meeting, exhaling deeply. After three more days of back-to-back meetings, I finally headed home.