My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If you don’t like my rules, get out!”** – Welcome

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“Can you coordinate it?”

“No.”

Silence.

“You always do this.”

“I used to.”

“So now you’re punishing everybody.”

“No.”

“What do you call it?”

“Letting you organize your lunch.”

The lunch happened anyway.

Mom picked the restaurant.

Leah answered for herself.

Aunt Marissa arrived late because someone gave her the wrong time.

Dad assumed Mom had made the reservation.continue reading …