— This isn’t his home, it’s my home, — the daughter-in-law said as she watched her mother-in-law secretly assign herself a share of her...

“Your country house is ours now, accept it!” my sister-in-law declared. I didn’t change the lock back.

— We’ve decided to sell your country house and split the money among everyone, — my mother-in-law announced. I did something much more interesting.

“Yes, I have my own apartment now. No, my mother-in-law won’t be able to live here. Yes, not even ‘temporarily.’ I’ve had enough...

“This is my apartment, and I’m not going to share it with your parents,” Ekaterina said firmly.

“No, we’re not coming. Period.”

“Go to your beloved daughter—to the house you gave her!” I told my mother-in-law when she arrived to “stay for a while.”

“You’ll close the café for my daughter’s wedding — you don’t charge family,” my mother-in-law declared. I told her about the family rate.