Under his breath, he muttered the word that rhymes with witch but starts with a “B.”
Only one person heard it
My youngest son
We were going to a wedding in Indiana
I was in the passenger seat, clueless, in a celebration dress
Quite honestly, I was being silly
It had been a stressful day.
But after the nuptials, on the way back to the hotel,
My youngest olive shoot says he’s in massive pain
Really sick, violently ill
We go to urgent care because Ike’s abdomen is cramping
And that’s when I learn the burden he had been carrying
Of course he felt sick to his stomach!
I mean what do you say or do when your grandpa calls your mom a cuss word and you’re the only one who hears it???
That incident happened three years ago and I’d be lying if I told you this didn’t create a rift between him (not my son, of course!) and me. I knew we couldn’t confront him about disrespecting me and putting our teenage son in a very awkward position. So we have sucked it up.
But I have kept my distance not to be hurt again. Plus I haven’t wanted my sons to feel that kind of slicing pain.
But now here we are
The man has a brain disease
And he needs me.
So does my husband.
I can only do this because of Jesus.
Left to my own selfish abilities, I would have given up. I bruise easily.
But through Christ and with some distance and education behind me, I think that moment was just another sign that there has been a growing problem.
And that man who called me the word that rhymes with witch but starts with the letter “B.”
Guess what I’m calling him now more than I ever have done in my over 25 years of marriage?
I’m calling him