I'm pissed.
So fucking angry I could rip someone's throat in half… and it's all because of my wife, or should I say for my wife?
I've visited the hospital to check up on her mom for a countable few days since our marriage, but only to drop flowers and ask if Leilani had visited. Nothing else. Today however, I finally decided to get serious and enter the room my mother-in-law resides in since Leilani looked so tense this morning.
I knew she was in for a long day, and for some reason, thought she wouldn't be able to visit the hospital when I dropped her off at work. That's why I took it upon myself to visit her mom instead since it's in her schedule to visit the hospital every Thursday night—also, because she told me that being consistent in her visits is beneficial to her mother's recovery journey.
That's how I found myself at the hospital after work, asking for my mother-in-law's room number—the moment when my dilemma started.
