All Chapters of Kicking Toxic People Out of My Life: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

It wasn't until I saw the donor compatibility report that everything finally made sense.That day, the whole family brought me to the hospital for a checkup. However, it wasn't about me at all. It was about donating a kidney to Queenie Sanders, Xavier Larson's first love.What a joke! For over a decade, I had gone to these checkups alone. And now, when someone finally accompanied me, it had nothing to do with my health.I couldn't believe I had actually felt touched for a moment.Impatience was etched all over my son's, Tobias Larson's, face. Tobias shoved me hard, snapping, "Why are you wasting time talking to her? My mom's always so dramatic! We're at the hospital already. Are you really worried she won't go through with the donor compatibility test? We're practically at the door!"My body slammed against the wall, a sharp pain shooting through my elbow. It was probably a fracture. After all, aging had made my bones fragile.A nurse quickly steadied me, looking somewhat sur

In the old house where I hadn't lived for years, I finally unearthed the organ donation consent form. Ignoring the pain in my arm, I rushed to the hospital where Queenie was admitted.…I pushed open the door to the ward and was greeted by laughter. My granddaughter, Poppy Larson, lay on the bed, giggling. "Ms. Sanders, you're so pretty! I hope I can look like you when I'm your age!" she exclaimed. "You're nothing like my grandma. Her face is so wrinkly!"Laughter erupted in the room at her comment, while I stood awkwardly in the doorway, unsure whether to enter or leave.My daughter-in-law, Regina Torres, noticed me first. Her expression shifted slightly before she said, "Mom, don't take it personally. Kids just blurt things out without thinking."I had barely stepped inside when Xavier's icy voice sliced through the air. "What are you doing here?"Takeout boxes cluttered the nearby table, a silent testament to their meal choice.Tobias scoffed. "Mom, you really think too m

Xavier's expression hardened instantly. Before he could say a word, Tobias cut in with a mocking laugh."Am I hearing this right?" He sneered. "Mom, aren't you a little too old to be pulling stunts like this? Dramatically demanding a divorce? Don't you think it's embarrassing? You're practically at death's door!"And just so we're clear. If it comes to that, I'm on Dad's side. Don't count on me being there for your final hour."Xavier's gaze flickered, his expression giving nothing away as he added, "Divorce is fine, but you'll have to donate your kidney to Queenie first."The absurdity of his demand sent a chill down my spine. "Xavier, my body can't handle a kidney transplant! If you don't believe me, go ask any hospital. No doctor would risk an operation doomed to fail. It's their career at stake!"A surge of defiance rose within me, and I fixed my bloodshot eyes on him. "If you can actually find a surgeon willing to do this, then fine! I'll go through with it!" I declared, en

I had countless nightmares, but in the end, it was Tobias' voice that pulled me back.When I opened my eyes, he was sitting at my bedside. He jumped up immediately, exclaiming, "Mom, you're finally awake!"Then, he dashed out of the ward to get Xavier. In no time, the room was filled with people, buzzing and crowded.I stared at everyone blankly, then slowly spoke up, "I'm still alive, huh?"The instant those words left my mouth, Xavier's face fell, and Tobias' expression turned cold. "Mom, must you say things like that to hurt us? Once we found out you only had one kidney, we didn't go through with the transplant, did we?"Xavier stepped forward, held my hand, and muttered, "Alright. Let's leave this in the past."But I simply yanked my hand away before slowly closing my eyes. "Who says it's over?"Keeping my voice steady, I enunciated each word deliberately, "Xavier Larson, ask yourself honestly. Did you let me live out of mercy, or did you just realize that taking my kidney

After venturing into the remote countryside, my phone completely lost service. Thus, I decided to put everything aside and embrace the freedom to enjoy myself.It wasn't until I found a spot with signal that I was bombarded with nearly a hundred messages and missed calls, all from my son.Tobias wrote, "Mom, please come home once you've had your fill of fun. We really need you here!"Tobias: "Regina is throwing a fit about wanting a divorce, and I can't handle all the mess at home. Poppy needs someone to drop her off and pick her up from school. When are you coming back?"Tobias: "No one is cleaning up at home, and the trash is starting to attract flies! Are you ever coming home?"Tobias: "If you don't come back soon, I'm done being your son!"Noticing the escalating anger in his messages, I couldn't help but smile coldly before I texted back, "Who are you?"After sending that message, I promptly blocked him.Later, I received a long text from Regina. She said I was her role mo