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

an idiot. I’m sorry. I’ve been neglecting you, and I see that now.”

I nodded slowly.

“I appreciate the apology, Dave. But things have to change. We need to work on us, for real this time.”

“Agreed,” he said. “Counseling, more time together, whatever it takes.”

For the first time that night, I saw a glimpse of the man I’d married ten years earlier.

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