After Discovering The Abnormal Relationship Between My Father-in-law And Wife, I Got Divorced-10
Pills and Orders
Post-miscarriage, Lisa battled insomnia. I got her prescribed sleep aids. One night, as I watched her take them, James called. He barked through the speaker: "Chemical drugs? Dangerous! Flush them! I've brought natural herbs." Next day, the pill bottle sat empty—brown herb scraps filled the trash. Lisa slept fitfully. James visited more often. One Saturday, he came to "repair peeling window frames" as Lisa cooked.
The Ultimate Question
I sat reading, ignoring him. James finished, sat nearby, and dropped a bombshell: "Mike, how's marital intimacy?" I stared, stunned. His tone feigned concern: "Miscarriages harm women. Restrain yourselves—for her sake." My vision blurred; fists clenched. How dare he?
The Uncontrolled Outburst
I shot up, book clattering: "Get! Out!" Silence fell. James shed his facade, icy and dismissive. Rising slowly, he dusted nonexistent lint: "Temper, Mike. Care for my daughter—don't appreciate it?" Lisa rushed in: "Dad? Mike?" She clung to James like he was the victim. That broke me. Pointing at the door, I roared: "Leave! Take your twisted care and vanish—forever!" He eyed me with contempt and left. Lisa paled: "How could you speak to Dad like that?!"
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Post-miscarriage, Lisa battled insomnia. I got her prescribed sleep aids. One night, as I watched her take them, James called. He barked through the speaker: "Chemical drugs? Dangerous! Flush them! I've brought natural herbs." Next day, the pill bottle sat empty—brown herb scraps filled the trash. Lisa slept fitfully. James visited more often. One Saturday, he came to "repair peeling window frames" as Lisa cooked.
The Ultimate Question
I sat reading, ignoring him. James finished, sat nearby, and dropped a bombshell: "Mike, how's marital intimacy?" I stared, stunned. His tone feigned concern: "Miscarriages harm women. Restrain yourselves—for her sake." My vision blurred; fists clenched. How dare he?
The Uncontrolled Outburst
I shot up, book clattering: "Get! Out!" Silence fell. James shed his facade, icy and dismissive. Rising slowly, he dusted nonexistent lint: "Temper, Mike. Care for my daughter—don't appreciate it?" Lisa rushed in: "Dad? Mike?" She clung to James like he was the victim. That broke me. Pointing at the door, I roared: "Leave! Take your twisted care and vanish—forever!" He eyed me with contempt and left. Lisa paled: "How could you speak to Dad like that?!"
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