On the first day, my mother-in-law smiled and humiliated me: “In this house you will eat the leftovers”; I didn’t raise my voice, I just obeyed every word until she had to cook alone for the whole family, and then everyone understood that the black notebook hid something much darker.
Mrs. Tabitha looked at him as if she expected him to defend her honor. But my husband, finally understanding the scene, simply lowered his head because he had spent a whole week watching his mother demand obedience and then complain about receiving it.
