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

I hesitated. The money felt sacred. “But I don’t know how to drive.”

“That’s why I’ll drive you.

I’ll take you to work, run errands, handle everything, darling. It’ll make our lives so much easier.”

I wanted to believe him.

“Think about it,” he added, touching my hand. “That’s what good wives do.

They invest in their family.”

So I agreed. I bought the car with my grandmother’s money. Paid $20,000 in full.

For the first two weeks, Harry drove me to work every morning.

Then, his mother started needing rides.

First, it was groceries.

Then the salon. Doctor’s appointments piled up. Bible study every Wednesday.

Lunch with friends downtown. The list grew longer every week, and suddenly my car had become Stephanie’s personal taxi service.

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