Ignatius, Hurt by His Mother’s Behavior, Decided to Move Out and Live on His Own

Ignatius, hurt by his mothers behaviour, decided to live apart from her.
“You dont respect me at all!” The long echo of his mother-in-laws anger travelled down the telephone line, deafening Darina with its loud indignation.

Darina sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the womans demands, her voice sharp and commanding. She remembered the moment before her own wedding, when fate itself seemed to intervene, throwing chaos into her life. The grooms mother, a woman of stern principles and unshakable convictions, had caught a common coldyet in her words, it might as well have been the plague, capable of ruining everything.

The call had come that morning, just as the ceremony was about to begin. Surprise quickly turned to irritationthe news was absurd. His mother insisted the wedding be postponed for weeks.
“What do you mean, ‘postpone’? Everythings arrangedthe reception, the guests My parents are flying in from Manchester just for this!” Darina protested.

Ignatius listened silently, knowing a difficult conversation with his mother lay ahead. No one had ever dared contradict heruntil now.
“Mum, a cold is just a cold. I understand your concern, but we cant cancel the wedding over something so trivial.”

His firm tone was new to her. She held her breath, hearing such defiance from the son she had controlled all his life. The phone line crackled with stifled sobs, as though she were fighting back tears of outrage.
“Fine. If neither of you care about my health Then so be it. But remember thisif anything goes wrong, its on your heads.”

The line went dead. Silence settled over the room, broken only by the nervous tap of Darinas fingers on the table.

The future mother-in-laws hand trembled as she clutched the phone, scrolling through contacts. Her heart raced, but her thoughts were clear: she wouldnt let them celebrate while she was “dying.”
“Hello, Lydia? Its me. Sorry to call so suddenly, but the weddings postponed. Ive come down with the fluwell need to reschedule. Oh, yes, my son agrees. Hes terribly worried.”
A pause, then a hushed whisper: “Oh, you poor thing! Of course, you must rest!”
She exhaled in relief. Lying was hard, but necessary.

Next call:
“Natasha? Yes, you heard right. The weddings delayed. Im dreadfully illdoctors orders.”
Natasha gasped. “Oh, what a shame! Get well soon, dear!”
One by one, the calls continued, each met with pity and sympathy. Only her conscience whispered that this was wrongthat she was hurting her son, her family, herself.

After the last call, she sank onto the sofa, exhausted. The phone buzzed in her hand, demanding confirmation. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

That evening, as guests gathered for the ceremony, only Darinas closest friends, a few of Ignatiuss colleagues, and distant relativesthose who rarely spoke to his motherremained. The rest had vanished, heeding her warnings, though no official cancellation had been sent.

Darina felt a rush of dizziness, then anger, bitter and unjust. Yet the celebration went onjoyful, warm, alive with laughter and dancing.

Meanwhile, far from the festivities, the mother sat alone, weeping, cursing fate for humiliating her. Anger gave way to loneliness, swallowing her whole.
“To them, my illness is nothingjust a silly old womans nonsense. Was it so hard to show a little care?”

When the truth emerged, Ignatiuss relatives felt betrayed. Some spoke out; others stayed silent, fearing conflict.

Ignatius, wounded by his mothers actions, chose to live apart. Soon, the newlyweds moved to another town, leaving the bitterness behind.

In the end, they learned that love thrives where control withersand that happiness often begins where old grudges end.