The Son-in-Law Who Stole My Life

glowed accusingly: 2:17 AM. My mind replayed Ke

raised Susan, our only child, providing everything she needed, and most of what she want

rents contributed nothing. He was a car salesman, charming but with an air of entitlement I'd never quite trusted. John had even pulled str

ing. Kevin was working long hours, sh

passion project I'd poured my heart into. But Susan was my daughter. So, I closed the shop, pa

my own pension money because Kevin always seemed to be "a little short" at the end of the

ting preschool and she could manage, I'd felt a pang of sadness at lea

ars had felt like a val

was a

lly rang at 7

oice was sma

evin tell you

sed about money. We both are. Emily's new preschool is more expen

Kevin's behavio

nd dollars..." I prom

aybe send it back? Just to keep the peace? Kevin's

ve wash over me.

Susan? It was, as Kev

ilence o

er. "Mom, please. Ju

flashed in my mind. The nights I'd walked a colicky Emily while Susa

my voice flat. "I'm

om

You gave it to me.

he money anymore. It was about the utter lack of respect, of gratitude. It was abo