I Walked Into Christmas Dinner With A Cast On My Foot — And Walked Out With My Dignity Back

I arrived at Christmas dinner limping, my foot in a cast, every step a reminder of what had happened just a few days earlier when only my daughter-in-law and I were home.

As soon as I rolled into the dining room, my son gave a short, cold laugh and said, “My wife just wants you to learn your lesson, Mom.”

He thought I was still the same trusting mother he could manage and dismiss.
What he didn’t know was that I had already called for help, that there were people on their way to the house, and that the “lesson” that day would not be mine.

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