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

decision intact.

When we left, Mom hugged me cautiously.

As though she’d learned not to assume.

I hugged her back.

Nothing was fixed.

But something had finally been named.

Dad took much longer.

For months, he remained convinced the real issue was the bungalow.

Eventually, we attended an anniversary dinner for relatives.

I arrived on time.

Brought a card.

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