My mother-in-law sized me up like I was a blemish she could wipe away.
My mother-in-law sized me up like I was a product she could return. She didn’t ask how my day was. She didn’t ask if I was happy. She didn’t even pretend to care. Her eyes flicked over my sweater, my shoes, my wedding ring, then she leaned back in her chair and asked—loud enough for … Read more