My MIL Asked My Son to Scrape the Ice off Her Car for $20, Then Refused to Pay – Karma Hit Her Threefold

She looked at the paper.

“Why is the face crooked?”

He froze. I reached for him. She handed the drawing back like a receipt.

Later, Nate said, “She’s old-fashioned.”

I said, “She’s cruel.”

We both went quiet.

That night, I didn’t realize it yet, but Eleanor was only getting started.

***

Years passed like that. Polite distance. Holiday visits.

Eleanor called once a year on Oliver’s birthday and hung up before he could say much.

Then last winter, she called out of nowhere.

“I think the boy should spend part of his school break with me,” she said.

Nate frowned. “Why now?”

“He needs structure. Discipline.

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