My mother-in-law was quiet again, but her smirk was gone. Flustered, she. It was subtle. But I knew.
“Why is our son B+, Georgia?” Asking her slowly. Hans and I peered confusedly.
“What’s happening? His parents ignored him when he inquired, “What does my blood type matter?”
Finally, Manny spoke, never leaving his wife’s face. “Because your mother and I are O+. Logic says you can’t be B+, but the DNA results suggest you are. I’m asking your mother. What does this mean, Georgia?
My mouth dropped so low I feared I pulled a muscle. I never envisioned this scenario in a million. I noticed Georgia, who was quietly watching her husband and nervously wetting her lips. She wrung her hands too. She glanced away, closed her eyes, and confessed.
Manny did not father Hans. She cheated on her husband with a family friend. Finally, everything made sense.
Is that why you accused me? You projected. You assumed I was as low as you,” I remarked, raising an eyebrow at her. My hubby touched my arm. My aggressive statement exacerbated the situation. But I was furious. I lost control.
Georgia started crying and acting out until Manny stood up and left. She followed him, and we allowed them. Who would wish to help with their various issues?
Are you okay? I hugged my spouse behind and requested.
“I guess. I don’t know how Dad and I will handle this, but at least we won’t have to worry about our son concerns,” he said calmly.
“It’s a lot to process.”
“Yes, but whatever. We’ll be alright, and you and our baby are all that important now,” Hans turned and hugged me. I rested my head on his chest and took it all in.
Question regarding my in-laws? They divorced, and the family learned why. It was catastrophic. To make matters worse, Georgia started seeing Hans’s biological father, her affair partner, and sought to introduce us. He knew he was Hans’s father after years of touch. Crazy, huh?
My husband stopped that instantly. After that, we discontinued communication with her. His dad was Manny. No one else. Despite enabling his hysteric wife for years, he was done with her and apologized for suggesting the DNA test. We were fine. At least temporarily.
Family events are unpredictable.