MY HUSBAND MOVED HIS MOM AND NEPHEW INTO MY HOUSE BEHIND MY BACK. WHEN I OBJECTED, MY MIL CROSSED A SERIOUS LINE: “DON’T LIKE IT? GET OUT!” I SAID, “FINE, JUST WAIT.”

anger-management classes after pleading to a reduced assault charge. Kyle’s business collapsed once the financing disappeared.

Eric moved into a small apartment. Diane moved in with a cousin who charged her rent. Kyle finally found a job at a tire shop after realizing nobody else was going to rescue him.

I stayed in the house.

Six months later, I transformed the guest suite into a library and the garage into a bright studio overlooking the garden. One Sunday morning, I sat there drinking coffee as rain tapped against the windows.