As a Nurse, I Was Assigned to Treat the Woman Who Made My Teenage Years a Living Hell – When She Recovered, She Told Me, ‘You Should Resign Immediately’

She smiled. “I only had one daughter. More than one divides your attention too much. Makes it harder to be a truly good parent.”

I wanted to throw the clipboard across the room.

Instead, I smiled politely and left.

After that, it became her game.

Tiny complaints. Quiet insults. Little performances when other staff came in.

If I adjusted her pillow, she winced like I had hurt her.

If I flushed her IV, she sighed dramatically before I even touched the line.

When anyone else entered, she became sweet, grateful, fragile.

Then the door would close, and her old smile would return.

I started dreading Room 304.