My Sons New Wife Forced My Injured Granddaughter to Watch Her Twins While She Went Out, That Was the Last Straw!

Meanwhile, Lydia went shopping. Brunch. Wine bars. She posted smiling selfies online, captioned with “self-care” and “balance.”

I didn’t know any of this was happening until I called Olivia to check in.

She answered quietly. Too quietly.

She was sitting on the floor, pale and exhausted. One twin was tugging at her sling, the other throwing cereal at her face. The room looked like a small tornado had passed through.

I asked where Lydia was.

“She said she needed a break.”

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