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My MIL Kept Licking the Serving Spoon and Putting It Back in Our Food Then My Husband Finally Taught Her a Lesson

“You’d already told her to rent out her home, Mark!” I said. “That’s not something you can just take back!”

He pulled out the chair next to him.

“Can’t we just try it? With some proper rules?”

I didn’t sit down.

I stayed right where I was, by the counter.

Sitting down felt too much like starting the conversation he’d planned to have after the decision was already made.

“I agreed to six weeks,” I said.

“Her condo has a tenant now, Claire.”

“Then why didn’t you ask me before that happened?”

Diane stood up.

“Don’t you talk like I forced my way in here,” she said. “He asked me to stay. He did.”

“I believe you, Diane,” I said. “I really do. But he couldn’t agree for both of us.”

She turned and looked at her son. Waiting for him to tell me I was wrong.

Mark rubbed his forehead.

“Could you just give us a little more time?” he said to me.

“Until when?”

He didn’t answer.

And I realized that for five weeks, I’d been leaning on that six-week date. Every single time I swallowed an objection. Every time I threw out a pot of food. Every time I bit my tongue at the dinner table so Noah wouldn’t see me upset.

Six weeks.

That was the light at the end of the tunnel.

Without it, I could picture myself still standing guard over that stove three months from now. Six months from now. Being told we’d talk about it when things settled down.

“I’ll honor the six weeks,” I said. “But I need us to arrange what happens after that.”

Diane’s voice got sharp.

“I watch Noah twice a week. Does that count for nothing?”

I remembered the couch cushions all over the living room. The walrus. Noah laughing against her shoulder.

“It counts,” I said. “I appreciate it. I really do.”

“Then maybe you should think about what you’re giving up.”

“I can appreciate it,” I said, “without agreeing to live together forever.”

Diane’s mouth went thin.

“Fine,” she said. “Then I won’t babysit anymore.”

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