"And you! Nancy, a mother-in-law having me sort out these petty issues, lucky to even marry into our family, and not a shred of gratitude. I wonder how your mother raised you."
The Taylor aunts and grannies began their tirades, criticizing everything from my education to my family background.
I stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and slammed it down on the coffee table, "Excuse the outburst. Give you an inch, and you take a mile, thinking you can strut around because you're tight with the big guy upstairs! Plus, it's my house, my rules. Meddlers can take an early grave for all I care."
The grannies' faces were an array of expressions, I pried open their mouths and had Mrs. Warner shove the aspirin down, watching them shuffle off with shaky steps. Nancy sighed deeply, suggesting I shouldn't have clashed with them.
They're elders after all, and it's not a good look for me.
Seeing her worry, I understood why Mr. Taylor insisted I handle this circus.
Nancy couldn't muster the backbone, and he couldn't intervene too much as her son.
Curious, I asked how she's endured it all these years,