I was curled up in bed, battling a migraine so intense I could barely open my eyes, when a knock came at the door. To my shock, it was a company specialist sent to “check” if I was really sick. Turns out, someone had anonymously called my boss and accused me of lying about my illness. That someone was my father-in-law. He’s never liked that I’m the main earner in our household, clinging to his outdated belief that men should bring home more. But this time, he crossed a line he couldn’t come back from. When I found out what he did, I made sure he’d regret it—and this morning, he was the one calling me in panic.
I lay in bed, my head feeling like it was about to split open. After three nights of no sleep, my migraine was nuclear—throbbing eyes and a twisted stomach. I couldn't even think straight. All I wanted was for the pain to stop so I could get some rest. Calling in sick wasn't a choice; it was a necessity. I needed to recover before going back to my busy job.
Picking up the phone felt like lifting a ton. I called my boss, Diane, to let her know I was taking a sick day. 'Take all the time you need,' Diane said warmly. It was such a relief. My husband, Mike, tiptoed around our home, making sure the curtains were shut tight. He knew I needed darkness and quiet to ride out this migraine storm.