MIL Kept Showing up with Her Whole Clan for Free BBQ at Our House — When They Came Empty-Handed Again on the 4th, I Served Them a Lesson Instead
But we both knew he wouldn’t. Bryan was caught between his loyalty to his family and his love for me. And I was caught between my desire to be a good wife and my rapidly depleting bank account.
The phone rang the next morning. Juliette’s voice sailed through the receiver like a ship’s horn.
“Annie, darling! We had such a wonderful time yesterday. The children are still talking about those ribs!”
“I’m glad they enjoyed them.”
“Oh, and we’re all coming for the Fourth of July! The whole gang. We’ll make it a weekend. Won’t that be fun?”
I gripped the phone tighter. “The whole… weekend?”
“Yes! We’ll arrive Friday afternoon. Make sure you get plenty of those little sausages. The kids devour them! Oh, and that potato salad? Sarah hasn’t stopped talking about it! Don’t forget the ribs, hon. Juicy, like last time!”
The line went dead. I stared at the phone, feeling something shift inside me like a tectonic plate finding its new position.
“She’s coming for the Fourth,” I announced to Bryan that evening.
