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?”

and replacement of the damaged floor piece,” I read. “Total: $1,860.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“The car was inspected.”

“I’m not paying it, Elle. Get over yourself.”

“You can pay the detailer directly.”

“No.”

I looked at Timothy before he could speak.

“Don’t ask me to use our savings, Tim. Respect me more than that.”

He hesitated. “I was going to say that we continue reading …