My Husband Forced My Mom to Sleep on a Mattress in the Hallway While She Was Undergoing Chemo – So I Had to Teach Him a Lesson

There, in the middle of the corridor, was a thin mattress thrown directly on the hardwood floor. And on it lay my mother. Curled up under a blanket, her frail frame trembling even in sleep.

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

Then I rushed to her side, kneeling beside her.

“Mom?” I called out. “Mom, wake up, what are you doing here?”

She stirred, opening her tired eyes. Her voice came out weak, almost apologetic.

“Daniel said there wasn’t any space for me. He told me the guest room and even the other free rooms were being treated for mold, so I couldn’t sleep there. He said it was just for the night, that I had to stay here in the hall.”

Mold?

I thought. All the rooms?

The house had been spotless when I left. And why hadn’t he mentioned anything about this on the phone yesterday when I called to check in?

“Wait here,” I whispered, tucking the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

She caught my hand gently.

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