Stories: You should be nice to them

at my husband.

He wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“You were going to let them move in?” My voice was shaking.

“They helped with the down payment,” he mumbled. “It’s only fair.”

“Fair?” I laughed, but it came out broken. “Without even talking to me?”

My father-in-law frowned. “Young lady, this house wouldn’t exist without us.”

I looked at the walls—the paint I chose.continue reading …