I never told my arrogant son-in-law I was a retired Federal Prosecutor. At 5 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning, he called: “Pick up your daughter at the bus terminal”.

the sound of a man deeply annoyed by his wife’s mere existence. “This afternoon I’m hosting a formal, exclusive dinner for my CEO, and last night your daughter decided it was the ideal time to throw a massive, hysterical scene. I simply don’t have the time or the patience to deal with this kind of trash today.” I gripped the kitchen counter tightly.continue reading …