Although he was fortunate to be alive, he was unable to handle the mounting medical costs. I knew my ex-MIL wasn’t home one day, so I made the decision to see him.
There were glasses and bottles all over the place, and the home was a total disaster. It was a dim memory of how nice and orderly my ex-MIL used to keep everything.
Her house was taken over by Peter, who transformed it into his own man cave.
He inquired whether I was there to offer him money when he saw me. He became irate when I told him I wasn’t and that I was simply checking in to see how he was doing, and I knew that it was a mistake to contact him again.
After a few weeks, my ex-MIL returned to my home. She was modest this time, however. In only a few months, she seemed to have aged ten years.
