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

At first, Harry would still drop me off at work. But then the detours started.

“Mom needs me to swing by first.”

Then it became, “I’ll pick you up after I take Mom to her appointment.”

Soon, I was back on public transportation, standing at crowded bus stops in the rain.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Harry driving my car, his mother in the passenger seat, laughing like I didn’t exist. And what crushed me most was knowing I’d paid for that car with my grandmother’s money.

One morning, I was 20 minutes late to work because the bus broke down. When I got home that evening, exhausted and damp from walking in the drizzle, Harry was watching TV.

“How was your day?” he asked absently.

“The bus broke down.

I was late to work.”

He nodded, not looking away from the screen. “Wow… that’s a lot.”

“Maybe you could drop me off tomorrow?”

“Can’t.

Mom has three stops to make.”

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