My Husband Scattered His Mother's Ashes

The day my husband's own mother got her critical-condition notice, I called him fifteen times before he finally picked up, sounding annoyed. I told him through my tears, "Mom's condition isn't stable. Get to the hospital right now." He thought I meant my mother, and he snapped at me, irritated: "That diabetes of your mom's has been dragging on for years, back and forth, back and forth. Hasn't it always turned out to be nothing?"