MY HUSBAND ANNOUNCED OVER BREAKFAST THAT HE’D GIVEN OUR HOUSE TO HIS PARENTS AND WE WERE MOVING INTO THEIR TINY APARTMENT. HIS MOTHER WAS ALREADY PACKING MY KITCHEN, SMIRKING, DARING ME TO STOP HER. SO I SMILED AND LET THEM PACK — BECAUSE EVERY ONE OF THEM HAD FORGOTTEN WHOSE NAME WAS ACTUALLY ON THE DEED.
My husband promised his mother a house that was never his to give.
His mother packed my kitchen into boxes, laughing, certain there was nothing I could do.
They were right that I wouldn’t scream.
They were very wrong about why.
Chapter 1: Handle Me
My name is Kim, and my marriage ended over a cup of coffee on an ordinary Tuesday.
“We’re moving out next weekend,” my husband Jarrod said, buttering his toast. “Mom and Dad are taking the house.”
I waited for the punchline.
“Very funny. What’s the real plan for Saturday?”
