Emily Taylor

A Grudge Thirty Years in the Making My mother-in-law, Margaret Whitmore, and I haven’t spoken in three decades.

I’ve stopped visiting my children on weekends. I’m an elderly woman, seventy-two years old, and

I’ve stopped visiting the kids on weekends. I’m an elderly woman, seventy-two years old, and what

**Saturday, 12th November** I won’t be visiting the children on weekends anymore. I’m an elderly woman

Alright, so, listen to this—I’m not some maid for my in-laws, right? Washing floors in their house?

The Quarrel Over the Restaurant Bill I don’t even know how to react. Should I beg my wife, Emily, to stay?

I don’t even know how to react to this. Should I beg Emily, my wife, to stay? Or just say, “

“A Morning Surprise from Mother-in-Law” “Good morning, love!” boomed my father-in-law

A Thirty-Year Grudge Me and my mother-in-law, Margaret Anne, haven’t spoken in thirty years.

I’m Not the In-Laws’ Maid Wash the floors at my in-laws’ house? Absolutely not, no thank you!