My son sold their house and gave $620,000 for my daughter-in-law to spend. Then, they came to live
The insult hit its mark, but I refused to show it. «No, Lennox. I don’t know what it’s like to spend other people’s money on luxuries while expecting them to provide me with housing when the money runs out.»
Terrence turned from the window, his face flushed. «Mom, please. I know Lennox made some mistakes.»
«Some mistakes?» I interrupted. «Terrence, she spent over $600,000 in a few months. This isn’t some mistake.»
«This is a pattern of behavior.» «You don’t know anything about our marriage,» Lennox hissed. «You don’t know what it’s like to be married to someone who never wants to spend money on anything nice.»
«I know what it’s like to live within my means,» I replied. «I know what it’s like to save for the things I want instead of expecting others to pay for them.» Lennox’s face twisted with rage.
«Well, aren’t you just perfect, Bessie? The perfect mother who raised the perfect son who married the wrong woman.» «I never said that.»
«You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your face every time you look at me.» The truth was, she was partially right.
I had never liked Lennox. From the moment Terrence brought her home three years ago. But it wasn’t because of her background or her appearance.
It was because of moments like this, when her mask slipped and revealed the entitled manipulative person underneath. «Lennox,» I said carefully. «I don’t dislike you because of who you are. I dislike the choices you make and how they affect my son.»
«Your son is a grown man who makes his own choices,» she shot back. «Really? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you make all the choices and he just goes along with them.»
Terrence finally spoke up. His voice strained. «Mom, that’s not fair.»
«Isn’t it?» I turned to him. «Tell me, Terrence. Whose idea was it to sell the house?»
He hesitated. «It was. We discussed it together.»
«Whose idea was it to invest $300,000 in a boutique?» Another hesitation. «Lennox thought it was a good opportunity.»
«Whose idea was it to spend $80,000 paying off credit card debts that you didn’t even know existed until after you were married?» Terrence’s face reddened. «Mom, please.»
«Answer the question, Terrence. Who’s been making the financial decisions in your marriage?» «We make them together,» he said weakly.
Lennox laughed, a harsh sound that echoed off my living room walls. «Oh, please, Terrence, tell your mother the truth. Tell her how you begged me to marry you. Tell her how grateful you were that someone like me would even look at someone like you.»
I felt my blood run cold. «Someone like you?» «Yes,» Lennox said, her voice dripping with venom.
«Someone beautiful. Someone sophisticated. Someone who could have had any man she wanted. Your son knows he hit the lottery when he married me.»
I looked at Terrence, waiting for him to defend himself, to show some backbone. Instead, he stared at the floor, his shoulders slumped into feet. «And now,» Lennox continued, «when we need help, his own mother turns her back on us. What kind of mother does that?»
«The kind who won’t watch her son be destroyed by a manipulative woman,» I said, my voice rising despite my efforts to stay calm. That’s when Lennox crossed the line. «You bitter old woman,» she screamed.
«You’re just jealous because your son chose me over you. You can’t stand that he loves me more than he loves his pathetic, lonely mother.» «Lennox, stop,» Terrence said, but his voice lacked conviction.
«No, I won’t stop. She needs to hear this. You’re a miserable old lady living in a rundown house, jealous of everyone who has more than you do.»
«Well, guess what, Bessie? Your son doesn’t need you anymore. He has me.»
I felt something snap inside me. All the years of biting my tongue, of trying to be diplomatic, of watching this woman slowly poison my relationship with my son, it all came crashing down. «Get out,» I said quietly.
«What?» «I said, get out of my house.» Lennox laughed.
«You can’t throw us out. We have nowhere to go.» «That’s not my problem.»
«Mom,» Terrence pleaded, «please reconsider. We really have nowhere else.» «You should have thought of that before you let your wife spend your entire future on jewelry and spa treatments.»
Lennox stepped closer to me. Her face twisted with fury. «You don’t get to talk to me like that in front of my husband.»
«This is my house,» I said firmly. «I’ll talk to you however I want. And right now, I want you to leave.»
«We’re not going anywhere,» Lennox said, crossing her arms. «Terrence, tell your mother we’re staying.» I looked at my son, this man I’d raised to stand up for what was right, to protect the people he loved.
Instead, I saw a broken person who had let his wife walk all over him for so long that he didn’t remember how to fight back. «Terrence,» I said softly, «please ask your wife to leave my home.» He looked between us, his face anguished.
«Mom, please, just let us stay for a few days while we figure something out.» «No.» That’s when Lennox lost whatever remaining composure she had.
«Fine,» she screamed. «You want to be a selfish, heartless bitch? Then we’ll make sure everyone knows exactly what kind of mother you are.»
She stormed toward my front door, yanking it open so hard it banged against the wall. My neighbors, Mrs. Patterson from across the street and the Johnsons from next door, were outside in their yards. They looked up at the commotion.
«You want to know what kind of woman Bessie Mitchell really is?» Lennox shouted, her voice carrying across the quiet street. «She’s throwing her own son out on the street, her own flesh and blood.» I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment as neighbors stopped what they were doing to stare at the scene unfolding on my front porch.
«Lennox, please,» Terrence said, finally showing some backbone. But it was too late. «No,» she screamed.
«Let them all know. This woman raised a son who worked his whole life to buy a beautiful home. And when life got a little difficult, when we needed help, she slammed the door in our faces.»
Mrs. Patterson took a step closer, clearly trying to hear every word. «We asked for temporary help,» Lennox continued, tears now streaming down her face. Tears I was sure were completely calculated, just a place to stay while we got back on our feet. And this heartless woman said no to her own child.
I stood in my doorway, watching this performance, feeling more humiliated than I had in years. My quiet street, where I’d lived for 15 years, where my neighbors respected me, was now witness to this spectacle. «That’s enough,» I said, stepping out onto my porch.
«No, it’s not enough.» Lennox whirled around to face me. «You think you’re so much better than everyone else, but you’re just a selfish old woman who can’t stand to see other people happy.»
«Lennox, stop this right now.» «Why? Because you’re embarrassed? Good. You should be embarrassed.»
That’s when she did something that changed everything. In front of my neighbors, in front of God and everyone, Lennox Mitchell raised her hand and slapped me across the face. The sound echoed across the quiet street like a gunshot.
I staggered back, my hand flying to my cheek, more from shock than pain. For a moment, nobody moved. Even Lennox seemed surprised by what she’d done.
Mrs. Patterson gasped audibly. The Johnson’s teenage son, who had been mowing their lawn, shut off the mower and stared. I looked at my son, waiting for him to defend me, to show some outrage that his wife had just assaulted his mother.
Instead, Terrence stood there looking confused and overwhelmed. «Did you just hit me?» I asked quietly, my voice steady despite the rage building in my chest. Lennox lifted her chin defiantly.
«You deserved it. Throwing your own family out on the street like common trash.» I looked around at my neighbors, all of them witnessing this humiliation.
Mrs. Patterson looked horrified. The Johnson’s were whispering to each other. Even the mail carrier had stopped his truck to watch.
«Terrence,» I said, my voice barely above a whisper. «Your wife just assaulted me in front of the entire neighborhood.» He opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it again.
«And you’re going to stand there and let her.» «Mom, I… She’s upset. She didn’t mean…»
«She didn’t mean to slap me in the face?» Lennox stepped between us. «Don’t try to make this about you being a victim, Bessie. You brought this on yourself.»
I stared at this woman who had just humiliated me in front of my neighbors, who had convinced my son to throw away his financial future, and who was now trying to make me the villain in her twisted narrative. «Get off my property,» I said quietly. «Make me,» Lennox sneered.
I looked at my son one last time, hoping to see some sign that he would stand up to her, that he would choose right over wrong. Instead, I saw a man who had been so thoroughly manipulated that he couldn’t even defend his own mother from physical assault. «You have five minutes to get your bags and get off my property,» I said.
«If you’re not gone by then, I’m calling the police.» «You wouldn’t dare,» Lennox said, but I could see uncertainty creeping into her eyes. I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and dialed 911.
As the phone rang, I watched Lennox’s face change from defiance to panic. She grabbed Terrence’s arm. «Tell your mother to hang up that phone right now,» she hissed.
But I was already talking to the dispatcher, giving my address, explaining that I needed an officer to help remove trespassers from my property who had become violent. When I hung up, Lennox was staring at me in disbelief. «You actually called the police on your own son?»
«No,» I said calmly. «I called the police on the woman who just assaulted me in front of witnesses.» For the first time since I’d known her, Lennox Mitchell looked genuinely afraid.
The police arrived within 10 minutes, though it felt like an eternity. Officer Martinez was a young woman, maybe in her early 30s, with kind eyes and a professional demeanor that immediately put me at ease. Officer Thompson, her partner, was older, probably close to my age, with gray temples and the weary look of someone who’d seen too much family drama over the years.
By the time they arrived, Lennox had managed to compose herself somewhat. She’d stopped crying and fixed her hair, but I could see the panic still lurking in her eyes. Terrence stood beside his luggage looking like a lost child.
«Ma’am,» Officer Martinez said, approaching me first. «We received a call about an assault?» «Yes,» I said, pointing to my still stinging cheek.
«This woman slapped me.» Officer Thompson looked at Lennox. «Is this true, ma’am?»
«She was being unreasonable,» Lennox said, as if that justified physical violence. «We just needed a place to stay temporarily, and she threw us out like we were strangers.» «That doesn’t give you the right to hit anyone,» Officer Martinez said firmly.
«Ma’am,» she turned back to me. «Do you want to press charges?» I looked at my son, standing there with his head down, saying nothing in my defense.
This man I had raised, sacrificed for, loved unconditionally, and he couldn’t even condemn his wife for hitting his mother. «Yes,» I said quietly. «I want to press charges.»
Lennox’s face went white. «You can’t be serious.» «Assault is a serious charge, ma’am,» Officer Thompson said.
«We have multiple witnesses who saw you strike Mrs. Mitchell.» Indeed, my neighbors were still standing in their yards, watching the drama unfold. Mrs. Patterson nodded vigorously when Officer Martinez looked in her direction.
«I saw the whole thing,» Mrs. Patterson called out. «She hit Bessie right across the face, unprovoked.» «This is ridiculous,» Lennox protested.
«She’s my mother-in-law. This is a family dispute.» «Family or not,» Officer Martinez said.
«Assault is assault. You’ll need to come with us.» As they led Lennox toward the patrol car, she turned back to Terrence.
«Don’t just stand there. Do something.» But Terrence seemed frozen, watching his wife being arrested on his mother’s front lawn.
He looked at me with something that might have been accusation. «Mom, did you really have to?» «Yes,» I said before he could finish.
«I really had to. Your wife assaulted me in front of the entire neighborhood. And you stood there and did nothing.»
«She’s my wife.» «And I’m your mother. But apparently that doesn’t mean anything anymore.»
Officer Thompson approached with a clipboard. «Mrs. Mitchell, we’ll need you to come down to the station to give a formal statement. Can you do that this afternoon?»
«Of course.» As the police car pulled away with Lennox in the back seat, Terrence loaded his luggage back into his SUV. He moved slowly, like a man in shock.
«Where will you go?» I asked, despite everything. He shrugged. «I don’t know. Maybe a hotel for tonight.»
«With what money?» The question hung in the air between us. We both knew he couldn’t afford a hotel indefinitely.
We both knew this was just the beginning of his problems. «Terrence,» I said softly. «This doesn’t have to be the end. If you leave her, if you admit that this whole situation is wrong, we can work through this.»
He looked at me with tired eyes. «She’s my wife, mom. I can’t just abandon her.»
«She abandoned you the moment she spent your future on jewelry and spa trips.» «It’s not that simple.» «Yes, it is. It’s exactly that simple.»
He climbed into his SUV without another word and drove away, leaving me standing on my front porch, feeling more alone than I had since my husband died. The rest of the day passed in a blur. I gave my statement at the police station, detailing not just the assault, but the entire confrontation.
The officer taking my statement, Detective Reynolds, was thorough and professional. «Mrs. Mitchell,» she said when we were finished, «I have to ask, is this the first time your daughter-in-law has been physically aggressive with you?» I considered the question.
«Yes, physically, but she’s been emotionally manipulative for years.» «Can you elaborate on that?» I told her about the gradual isolation from my son, how Lennox always seemed to schedule their visits during times she knew I couldn’t make it, how she’d convinced Terrence to skip family gatherings and holidays.
I explained how she’d slowly turned my son against me, making him believe that his mother was overly critical and interfering. «And the financial situation?» Detective Reynolds asked. «You mentioned that they sold their house and spent the money, over six hundred thousand dollars. Gone in a matter of months.»
Detective Reynolds whistled low. «That’s a lot of money to go through that quickly.» «She has expensive tastes and no concept of living within her means.»
«And your son went along with this?» I sighed. «My son has been completely manipulated by this woman. He can’t see what she’s doing to him, to his future, to our family.»
That evening, alone in my house, I sat at my kitchen table with a cup of tea and really thought about my situation for the first time. Pressing charges against Lennox was just the beginning. She would be back.
They would both be back. And next time, they might not be so direct about their demands. I thought about the house on Maple Street.
