My brother-in-law borrowed my brand-new crossover, trashed it like a garbage bin, and refused to cover the detailing costs—then had the nerve to call me that night, yelling, “How dare you?”

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I looked at Timothy, waiting for him to tell Jake that the answer was no.

Instead, my husband gave me a tired, pleading look.

That look said Jake would keep pushing until Donna and Craig heard about it, and somehow I would become the difficult one.

“Please,” Timothy said. “Do this for me.”

I stared at him.

“You want me to hand continue reading …