Thinking about my mother-in-law made me suspicious. Their rapid marriage must have not been a coincidence.
Could it be that while I was away taking care of my child, it gave them the opportunity?
Seeing that we had been talking for a while, Yvette was dissatisfied and pulled open the glass door.
"What are you whispering about? Isn't it awkward for a father-in-law and daughter-in-law to be alone together for so long? Ariana, you need to know your place and have some boundaries at home."
I nearly threw up. Her husband was nearly 60, with a face full of wrinkles and a bad odor. Did she think I wanted to stand alone with him?
Funny.
I bypassed her and went straight to the bedroom to bring in my luggage.
Seeing the bedding my mom bought for me now crumpled and dirty on the bed made me furious.
I'd toss it all out. It pained me, but I couldn't use something so filthy.
I threw everything onto the floor and opened the closet to get new bedding.
But to my surprise, the closet was full of Yvette's and Dwayne's clothes, while mine and Scott's were shoved to the very bottom, all in disarray.
I lost it and grabbed their clothes, tossing them onto the floor.
Yvette followed me in, screaming.