"Some women literally make their sons fill the role of a husband. It's disgusting."
"Families like that are suffocating. Anyone who marries into one is screwed."
Muriel let out a cold, satisfied smirk.
And then she twisted the knife deeper.
"You've been alone for over twenty years. Don't tell me you don't crave a man!"
"God, you're disgusting! Fantasizing about your own son like he's your husband!"
"If you're really that desperate, go find some retired old geezer. At least you could squeeze his pension out of him for your son!"
The crowd erupted again.
"A single-parent household on top of everything!"
I was shaking with rage. I looked Muriel dead in the eye and bit out every word.
"Is this how your parents raised you? Apologize to me. Now."
She didn't apologize. What came out of her mouth next nearly made me black out.
"What, are you gonna sleep between me and Dylan? When we're in bed together, should we ask for your permission first?"
People around me pointed and whispered. Muriel opened her mouth to keep going, and I slapped her across the face.
"Your parents couldn't teach you to respect people. So I will."
Everyone froze.
Muriel let out a shriek and lunged at me.