Dad hu.mi.liated me in front of 30 people: “You weren’t important enough to be invited to your sister’s wedding.” – Welcome

of the day,” Mom replied.

“I sometimes work from home.”

“So?”

“So adding four people changes that.”

Dad frowned.

“Four?”

“Fiona and three children.”

“You make them sound like strangers.”

“They aren’t strangers. They’re still four people.”

Grandma squeezed my hand.

“You live alone in a large house, sweetheart.”

That was the gentlest version of the argument.

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