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

The labor.

She had received my labor for so long that its absence looked like less love.

“I’m not withholding affection, Mom.”

“That’s how it feels.”

“I’m sorry it feels that way.”

Then I did something that was still difficult for me.

I didn’t offer to fix next year.

Meanwhile, the bungalow passed inspection.

A few minor repairs were completed.

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