During Dinner, My Son’s Mother-in-Law Splashed a Bowl of Hot Soup in My Face and Laughed: “You Poor Trash, You Deserve That.” My Daughter-in-Law Chimed In: “It’s a New Dress, Mom—Don’t Get Your Filth on the Rug.” I Wiped the Broth From My Eyes, Smiled, and Reminded Them Who Actually Signed the Deed to Their “Luxury” Lifestyle.
The Performance of the “Poor” Relative For three years, I played a role. I am the CEO of a global…