My mother-in-law treated my house like a dumping ground for years, but the day I stopped arguing and started watching changed everything.
I am 30 years old, married to a man I love, and raising two kids who somehow manage to be kinder and more reasonable than half the adults in our family.
My daughter is 11. My son is eight.
They leave cups in odd places, forget to put socks in the hamper, and act like hearing "brush your teeth" is the worst oppression known to mankind. But they are not my biggest problem.
My biggest problem has always been my mother-in-law, Diane.
Diane has this talent for entering my house like she is doing me a favor and leaving it like a petty little storm passed through just to prove a point.
She never called first.
She never texted.
She just showed up with her giant purse, her hard perfume, and that stiff smile that never reached her eyes.
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