After 14 years of marriage, I thought my husband Trent and I had a solid life. Then his mother Gloria moved in—broke, bossy, and ungrateful. Even though the house was mine, I let it slide. That’s what family does, right? For three years, I endured Gloria’s constant criticism while she lived rent-free in my home. Then my mom had a bad fall—broken hip, lung issues, and months of recovery ahead. I told Trent I wanted to bring her home. He refused. “We can’t have two old ladies here,” he said. Instead,
