My In-Laws Helped Us Buy This House—Now They Act Like They Own Me
They never knocked. That was the thing that always got me—the quiet click of a key and my in-laws suddenly in my kitchen, acting like they owned the place. Aarav would whisper, “Be nice. They helped us buy this house,” and I’d swallow my frustration. One afternoon, I came home early to find his mother…
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