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

is over. You need to start making plans to live somewhere else.”

She stared at me.

“Jason lives here. I’m his mother.”

“And I’m his wife. Yet last night you threw me out of my own home while he sat there and watched.”

Jason stepped between us.

“Emily, can we please calm down?”

I shook my head.

“No. I’ve been calm for six months.”

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