By March 2020, the pandemic had pushed us into close quarters, all of us adjusting to the chaos of a full house. Our son had moved back home. He wasn’t asking for anything - just a place to sleep while he worked hard to build his future. He was paying his share of bills, including his portion of the family plan and his auto insurance. That was the month his car insurance was up for renewal. He had always been on our family plan—it was cheaper, predictable, and made sense for his income. But for months, his father had been insisting that he separate his insurance from ours. He said it was “time,” though his urgency seemed to come from something deeper than finances. Our son tried to do what his father asked. He got quotes. He researched options. He tried to be responsible. When he showed the numbers to me, the truth was obvious: a separate policy was far too expensive for someone earning what he was. I made a simple, practical decision. I told him to stay on the family plan ...
In the summer of 2016, when our son graduated from university and our younger daughter finished high school, my father-in-law came from India to stay with us. What began as a happy time quickly shifted. When our son quietly told us he no longer wished to keep his unshorn beard,he wanted to trim. I approached it with compassion. His father, however, reacted with confusion and frustration, asking, “Then why keep the hair at all?” Though he asked our son to wait until his grandfather returned to India, the deeper message was clear - he was more concerned about appearances than our son’s spiritual journey. Instead of guiding him with love, he withdrew, leaving me to support our son alone. During those months, I cared for my father-in-law daily, making his meals and ensuring he took his medication. When he once preferred cold milk, I gave it to him - something the children also drank. My husband saw this and publicly accused me of trying to harm his father. Even after realizing he had mis...