The next morning, I walked downstairs only to be greeted by voices echoing from the living room.
My parents were here.
My mother-in-law was clutching my mom's hand, putting on a masterclass in playing the victim.
She was sobbing about how I, as the "The Vinsons daughter-in-law," had zero respect for them.
She actually had the nerve to tell my mom that I'd gone behind everyone's back to get an abortion.
Hearing that, my mom completely lost it. The second she saw me walk into the room, she started tearing into me.
My dad chimed in right on cue, calling me immature.
He accused me of throwing away a perfectly good life just to force a divorce.
Honestly, I never wanted to drag my parents into this mess.
My plan was to wait until the ink was dry on the divorce papers before gently break
