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<\/p>\n\u201cIf you arrived late, you get the lobster head; the meat was for the real family,\u201d my mother-in-law, Beatrice, said without even glancing away from her favorite game show.<\/p>\n
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I stood in the doorway of our kitchen, my salon uniform still heavy with the sharp smell of hair dye, bleach, and my own exhaustion.<\/p>\n
It was nearly ten o\u2019clock at night, and I had been on my feet for over twelve hours straight, washing hair, standing behind chairs, and maintaining a bright smile even though my lower back felt like it was fracturing.<\/p>\n
I had walked through the door holding onto a sliver of hope, thinking that my five-year-old son, Oliver, would finally get to enjoy a special dinner after the long day I had endured.<\/p>\n
That morning, before I even unlocked the doors to my salon, I had stopped by the seaside market to pick up five massive, incredibly expensive lobsters that I definitely could not afford.<\/p>\n
It truly hurt my bank account to spend that much money, but I kept picturing my little boy eating a nutritious meal alongside my husband, Thomas, and the rest of the household.<\/p>\n
I had even thought about my mother-in-law, Beatrice, and my husband\u2019s sister, Cassandra, who was six months pregnant and constantly moaning about her intense food cravings.<\/p>\n
\u201cBeatrice, I am leaving these lobsters here for you to prepare with some garlic butter for our dinner tonight,\u201d I had said that morning, my voice filled with anticipation.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease make sure that Oliver eats a good portion of the meat, because he really needs the nutrition,\u201d I added, hoping she would listen to me just this once.<\/p>\n
She had looked at me with that sugary, fake smile that she only ever reserved for when she saw extra cash or luxury food items.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not worry about a thing, darling, I will make sure everything is handled perfectly for the family,\u201d she had promised me.<\/p>\n
However, when I finally stepped into the living room that night, I was greeted by a scene of total chaos and blatant disrespect.<\/p>\n
The room was absolutely littered with empty beer cans, crumpled lemon peels, dirty napkins, and plates that had been picked clean of every morsel.<\/p>\n
Thomas was stretched out across the recliner with his shirt buttons undone, a toothpick hanging lazily from his lips as he scrolled through his phone.<\/p>\n
Beatrice was still chewing on a piece of leftover tortilla with spicy salsa, and Cassandra, who was nearing her third trimester, was literally sucking the buttery residue off her fingers.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, sister-in-law, you should have been here sooner because those lobsters were absolutely divine,\u201d Cassandra said, letting out a satisfied, self-centered laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cI managed to eat two all by myself, and I am fairly certain the baby is feeling much stronger now after such a high-quality meal,\u201d she continued, looking at me without a hint of guilt.<\/p>\n
I felt a cold sensation wash over my entire body as I struggled to process the selfishness radiating from the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Oliver, and has he had his dinner yet?\u201d I asked, my voice shaking slightly as I looked around the room for my son.<\/p>\n
Beatrice clicked her tongue at me, acting as if my question was a ridiculous inconvenience.<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave the child a simple egg with some rice, since seafood is far too rich and difficult for a young boy to digest properly,\u201d she stated firmly.<\/p>\n
\u201cBesides, he is so young that he would not have even been able to appreciate the flavor of the lobster, so it would have been a complete waste to feed it to him,\u201d she added.<\/p>\n
I felt a sharp, painful sensation in my chest, as if something deep inside me had finally snapped under the pressure of their cruelty.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is my portion of the meal?\u201d I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.<\/p>\n
Thomas just burst out into a loud, mocking laugh as if I had told a pathetic joke.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour portion is sitting right there in the kitchen, so please do not go making a dramatic scene over a little bit of food,\u201d he said, waving his hand dismissively.<\/p>\n
I walked into the kitchen with heavy, slow steps, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on my tired shoulders.<\/p>\n
On a cold plate sitting in the center of the kitchen table was a single, lonely lobster head.<\/p>\n
It had been picked clean, sucked absolutely dry, and looked like a piece of refuse left behind by a scavenger.<\/p>\n
Beside it sat a glass of lukewarm water and two stale, hard tortillas that looked like they had been sitting out since the afternoon.<\/p>\n
I did not say a single word because I knew that if I opened my mouth, I would start screaming, and my hands were already trembling with rage.<\/p>\n
Just then, little Oliver drifted out of the room, walking on his tiptoes to avoid making any noise.<\/p>\n
He glanced nervously toward the living room to make sure that no one was watching him, and then he reached into the pocket of his small shorts.<\/p>\n
He pulled out a tiny, squashed piece of white lobster meat that was covered in dark sweater lint and dirt.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, please do not cry,\u201d he whispered, looking up at me with eyes full of sorrow and fear.<\/p>\n
\u201cAunt Cassandra dropped this piece on the floor, so I picked it up and saved it for you because I knew they wouldn\u2019t give you anything,\u201d he murmured.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma said that you are not real family, and that you only exist in this house to bring home the money,\u201d he continued, his voice trembling.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me that mothers who work as hard as you do are supposed to be satisfied with whatever scraps the family leaves behind,\u201d he finished, handing me the dirty piece of meat.<\/p>\n
My entire world felt like it had collapsed in that single moment, leaving me standing in a pile of rubble.<\/p>\n
I looked down at my son, who was offering me garbage as if it were a rare treasure, and I felt a wave of clarity wash over me.<\/p>\n
In the living room, I could still hear them laughing and joking, completely unaware that my dignity had just been stripped away.<\/p>\n
I reached out and grabbed the ceramic plate with the empty, dry lobster head and threw it against the kitchen tiles with all my strength.<\/p>\n
The plate shattered into a thousand sharp pieces, and the sound echoed through the house like a gunshot.<\/p>\n
Thomas scrambled out of his armchair, his face turning bright red with a mixture of confusion and sudden, explosive anger.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you completely out of your mind, Lucinda, making such a massive scene over a piece of seafood?\u201d he shouted, storming toward me.<\/p>\n
Beatrice joined in immediately, shrieking that I was an ungrateful woman who did not appreciate the roof over my head.<\/p>\n
Cassandra chimed in as well, claiming that as a pregnant woman, she was entitled to the best food in the house and that I needed to know my place as a simple wife.<\/p>\n
I did not bother to answer them, because I knew that any word I spoke would just be twisted against me.<\/p>\n
I walked into the bedroom, pulled my suitcase from under the bed, and started dumping my clothes and my son\u2019s belongings inside.<\/p>\n
I grabbed his sneakers, his favorite knitted sweater, and my important documents, ignoring the way Thomas was hovering in the doorway, mocking my every move.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet us see exactly how long you last living with your parents, because you will be back here by tomorrow begging for forgiveness,\u201d Thomas sneered, leaning against the doorframe.<\/p>\n
I reached down and firmly took my son by the hand, feeling his small fingers grip mine with total trust.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Thomas, I am leaving this house tonight, but I am certainly not leaving here as a defeated woman,\u201d I said, my voice steady for the first time in years.<\/p>\n
Beatrice stood directly in front of the front door, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if she were a gatekeeper.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe boy stays here because he is a Scott by blood, and he belongs in this home,\u201d she hissed, trying to intimidate me.<\/p>\n