I watched my son pull out the wallet and pays for the next shopping. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/030339/620x0/1/0/2025/03/09/lkfn1nffe4zhnq5jzkmydzamydzamięwyqdc5jwjumok.jpg" alt = "pair @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (151,131,108.1)" > < p > she stood next to him, smiling, with a phone in her hand. She didn't even look at the bill. She did not suggest that even gold will be added.

< p > I clenched my teeth.

< p > — Maybe at least this time you will share the costs ? — I said, trying to sound gentle.

< p > looked at me, raising an eyebrow.

< p > — But why ? Michał pays everything off.

< P >& AMP; BDQUO; Michał still pays everything. ” < p > Yes, I know.

< p > I know because I look at it every day.

< p > I never liked her.

< p > from the first day, when she came to our house, with a forced smile and hands full of a gift & oacute; in which & oacute; were to convince me how wonderful it is.

< p > m & oacute; j son lost his head for her.

< p > — Mom, this is the only one.

< p > & only. ~ P > the only one who never cooked dinner.

< p > the only one, which & oacute; ran never rose to help & oacute; c at home.

< p > the only one who knew only one sentence: & ampquo; Michał, you can buy mi & hellip; ? ~ & rdquo;

< p > money flowed like water.

< p > first trifles & ndash; New bag, new shoes. Then vacation, car & oacute; d, a flat in which she did not work, but of course she had the right to everything.

< p > — After all, Michał earns well — she repeated as if it were obvious.

< p > — And you ? — I once asked.

< p > laughed.

< p > — I realize.

< p > I did not answer.

< p > It didn't make sense.

< p > one day I heard their conversation.

< p > — Honey, maybe we will slow down a bit with expenses ? & amph; mdash; He asked carefully M&P; Oacute; J son.

< p > — Do you suggest that I am a maintenance ?! & Amp; MDASH; Her voice passed into a squeak.

< p > — No, I just & hellip;

< p > — Your mother talked to you, true ?!

< p > I froze.

< p > because I knew he would win.

< p > m & oacute; j son was not my son for a long time.

< p > was only an ATM with a heart.

< p > and this heart belonged to her.

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116