“I hate you,” she used to hiss. Under my breath, I would diss: “Suit yourself. That’s your problem, not mine.” My back turned, she would hit out: “Horrible woman.” In my mind, I huffed: “Look yourself in the mirror.” The resentment bubbled long under our lids. One day, it boiled over. She: “You torture me.” … Continue reading To my mother-in-law: Breathe easy now. It is well with our souls