My Husband Said His Mom Deserved the Front Seat More than Me – I Taught Him a Lesson

“I have real errands to run, Cara. I can’t just be your personal chauffeur dropping you off like you’re in high school.”

“But it’s my car. My grandmother left me that money…”

“And I’m the one who knows how to drive it,” Harry interrupted. “What do you want me to do, let it sit in the garage while you take the bus? That doesn’t make sense.”

I stood there for a moment, waiting for Harry to realize what he was saying.

I felt tears building but refused to let them fall in front of him. “It just feels like…”

“Like what? Like I’m taking care of my mother? The woman who raised me?”

I swallowed the hurt that was building in my throat and didn’t bring it up again.

But the humiliation didn’t stop there.

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