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

toward his phone or the television.

For the first time in a long while, I felt seen.

We had just finished dessert when the front door suddenly slammed open.

Dave’s voice filled the house.

“Another date with a cat lady. She showed me pictures of her twenty-five cats, Felicity! Twenty-five!”

He stormed into the living room.

Then froze.

Shawn and I were sitting continue reading …