Brandon didn't expect me to look at his phone and felt a bit guilty, so he changed the subject, "You deliberately drove a wedge between my sister and her husband. Now that they're divorced, are you happy?"
I replied, "I was just thinking of your sister's best interest. After all, I speak from experience."
When I gave birth, I had a difficult delivery that turned into a cesarean section, leaving a long, ugly scar on my stomach.
My mother-in-law, Brenda Doherty, doted on her grandson and insisted I keep breastfeeding, so I lost my job and spent all day juggling housework and childcare.
Just as I managed to find some balance, Brandon used my scar as an excuse, saying it scared him and my smell disgusted him and he wanted to sleep in separate rooms. I almost suffered from postpartum depression. From that point on, our marital life completely disappeared.
Brandon didn't believe a word I said, "Come on, you just can't stand the Perry Family doing well. You're still hung up on those past issues."
I admitted, "Yes, I hold grudges. But it's all because of your inaction!"
Brandon wanted to continue arguing when my mother-in-law returned with my son, Bryan, who had just come home from school.