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

part.”

Dave’s jaw dropped.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious.”

I crossed my arms.

“Remember, you wanted this.”

His expression cycled through disbelief, jealousy, anger, and finally something close to panic.

“Fine. But we need to talk. Now.”

I sighed and turned toward Shawn.

“I’m sorry about this. Rain check?”

Shawn smiled, clearly amused by the entire situation.continue reading …