My Mother in Law has been pretty ill lately. It looks like she’s going to live, although the Father in Law said the stay at Vandy has resulted in $220,000 in invoices so far. This may lead to enough resentment that he bludgeons her to death out of spite…we’ll see.
During her convalescence, my wife said, "We need to go see my mother."
To which I replied, "Ok, call me when you’re on your way home."
"I said we need to go."
"I thought you meant you and the kid."
"We’re a family."
"…"
"What?"
"Well, she’s not my mother."
"You’re going."
I’m 38. When do I get to make my own decisions?
