Tell me the PIN to your card. Mom is at the store and wants to buy a new phone.

I lay there half-asleep, trying to understand what was happening. He knew perfectly well that my salary had been deposited the day before and that I hadn’t spent a single cent. I turned to him and calmly said:

— Let her buy it with her own money.

That’s when he exploded. He started shouting that I was stingy, that I didn’t respect his mother, that “Mom deserves the best.” He insulted me, threatened me, demanded the PIN.