“Oh, what a coincidence!” Angela beamed, standing right in front of us in a floral swimsuit. “I had no idea you’d be here!”
Later, when we bought our first home, Angela went house hunting. A month later, she “accidentally” moved in next door.
I tried to be understanding. After all, she loved her son. I understood parental love. But this?
This was suffocating. Angela wasn’t just involved—she was everywhere, all the time.
And when Carl and I announced my pregnancy, things only got worse. She accompanied me to every doctor’s appointment, questioned everything I ate, and even signed us up for a pregnancy class …a class meant for couples.
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