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Just where is her husband's home?
Just where is her husband's home?

He handed me his smartphone so I could wish my mother-in-law a happy Mother's Day. There it was, in large print on the screen, the identity of the place my husband, Ron, had telephoned. "Home." Calm down, don't make a scene. It's Mother's Day, I told myself. But it was too late. My heart was already racing, and my breathing was getting short and clipped. How long does this man have to live with me before he stops calling his parents' house "home"? We're about to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary! I made myself stop the internal banter. I took the phone from Ron's hand without looking at him and walked ahead. I didn't want...

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