Essay On Maternal Betrayal

You never see fury burn so brightly in a man’s eyes as when he is betrayed by his own mother. Maternal betrayal strikes a man deep from within, like a bullet. And band-aids don’t fix bullet holes.
It’d been a year since he’d seen the woman. The last time he saw his mother, he had to drive her all the way back to Arizona because her slime ball of a husband had got angry and left her in a hotel room with nothing but her suitcases and her dying dog. She had begged me to come with them, thinking back, maybe I could have been the one that convinced her to leave him, but a woman like her will only find an abusive man to hold her- and that’s the part that tore my father apart the most.
As a general rule, we do not talk to my father’s side of the family- often we pretend they don’t even exist. But this year everybody was getting together to go to the mountains and it’d been a long time since everybody had been together. We had no interest in seeing Jennifer, the sister from Denver, or her dreadful children. We didn’t even have much interest

The next day was spent out and about. The sisters and the kids spent the day out while the men and I went four wheeling. It had been a pleasant day, and as we head back to the cabin early that evening we surely expected Nana to be there, but alas we were wrong. Many of us were worried; nobody had seemed to be able to get a hold of her.
Finally my father and I were packing to leave and the question of their mother’s whereabouts arose once more. Jennifer had finally gotten a hold of her!
“Well, where is she?” somebody asked.
“She’s here.” Jen’s words struck her, “err. I mean she’s in Denver… On her way...”
But it was already too late, my Dad knew. His own mother was waiting for him to leave. She was choosing to prevent conflict between her husband and her son. She was choosing her manipulative husband over her youngest child and oldest