For as long as I’ve known my in-laws, my father-in-law’s sharp remarks were masked as humor. Family dinners often followed the same pattern: he would make a cutting comment about my mother-in-law, everyone would laugh awkwardly, and she would smile tightly and say, “Oh, that’s just how he is.”
One evening, the familiar pattern repeated. The kids proudly showed their drawings, my husband set the table, and my father-in-law shared his stories. Everything seemed routine until dessert, when my mother-in-law spilled a bit of coffee. Continue reading…