My MIL Said, ‘Give My Son a Boy or Get Out’ – Then My Husband Looked at Me and Asked, ‘So When Are You Leaving?’

Patricia grabbed my prenatal vitamins, dropped them into the bag like trash.

Mason appeared behind Derek, eyes huge.

“Mom?” she said. “Why is Grandma taking our stuff?”

“Go wait in the living room, baby,” I said. “It’s okay.”

Patricia dragged the bags to the front door and flung it open.

“Girls!” she called. “Come tell Mommy goodbye! She’s going back to continue reading …