I spent two days cooking Thanksgiving dinner. Before tasting anything, my mother-in-law m0cked my food and homemade rolls. I smiled, packed every dish into my car, and left. Four hours later, their calls wouldn’t stop.

MOM CAN’T FIND ANYWHERE DELIVERING. FIX THIS.

I stared at the screen.

Not “I’m sorry.”

Not “Mom shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.”

Not even “Can we talk?”

Fix this.

I typed back.

Your money is yours. Your mother’s home is hers. Her Thanksgiving dinner is her responsibility.

His response appeared almost immediately.

WHAT DOES MONEY HAVE TO DO WITH THIS?