"When have I ever trashed you?!"
Whether he admitted it or not didn't matter to me.
"You're a grown man holding his hand out to his wife for cash. And you don't even have the decency to be embarrassed about it."
"My entire paycheck goes to the mortgage and the car! You think I'd be broke otherwise? Fine—you pay next month's mortgage and car payment. That's what you get for refusing to cook for us!"
"The house and the car are both in your name. Why on earth would I pay for them?"
Vincent jabbed a finger in my direction, shaking with anger.
"Judy, it's pretty clear you don't want this marriage to work!"
He pulled John to his side. "Starting today, neither of us says a word to your mother. Let's teach her a lesson."
John agreed without hesitation, then shot me a dirty look for good measure.
They thought the silent treatment would break me. That if they ignored me long enough, I'd cave.
They really overestimated themselves and underestimated me.
A few days later, Vincent called me in a panic.
"Why is the power out? The water's off too! I checked with the neighbors—everyone else is fine!"
"I thought you weren't speaking to me. So why are you calling?"