You can rewrite the story (Trigger warning. This one gets a bit emotional towards the end.) The envelope, as I recall, was lavender. The card inside a flowery, glitter-encrusted thing, Happy Mother’s Day written in flamboyant script. She’d presented all three of us daughters-in-law with similar cards. The awkward thing was, two of us were childless. “DoContinueContinue reading “Wife vs. Mother-in-Law”
