People always warned me about MIL problems, but Linda had never been that kind of person. She was gentle, patient, kind, and deeply loyal to family. If anything, losing Marcus made us lean on each other even more.
My MIL helped with the kids. She folded the laundry before I even noticed it piling up. On some nights, we just sat at the kitchen table, drinking tea and talking about Marcus.
Still, grief didn’t pay the bills.
Money had been painfully tight since he passed away.
Every grocery trip meant careful decisions. Every bill meant another long moment at the table with a calculator and a quiet prayer that the money would somehow stretch far enough.
Still, grief didn’t pay the bills.
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