and announced she was staying without even consulting me. When I asked Joe, he dismissed my concerns, saying it was nothing serious. Yet, the story about her luxury house flooding didn’t sit right with me. I suspected she had a hidden agenda.
That night, I overheard the real reason. Jane hadn’t come because of a flood she was on a mission to find out why Joe and I hadn’t given her grandchildren yet. Angry but calm, I chose not to confront her with hostility. Instead, I decided to respond with kindness. Step one: offer her our master bedroom and treat her like a queen.
While Jane lived in comfort, Joe started to crack under her constant pressure: parenting books, vitamins, kale dinners, and endless lectures on maturity. Eventually, he reached his limit. He booked her a hotel room and took back our home. As the door closed behind her, I smiled at Joe. “So… kale for dinner?” He groaned. “Never again.”
