Now, before I get into it, this story isn’t just about familial boundaries being crossed; it’s an exploration of trust, privacy, and what it takes to cultivate forgiveness and understanding in a family. Shortly after Peter and I said our vows, we found the perfect little community. Just small enough to foster a healthy sense of togetherness, but large enough to ensure none of our neighbors will be too nosy. And we loved it here. Our house wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but we both came from families that were always embroiled in each other’s business and having a spot to ourselves was fantastic. A year sped by in the blink of an eye, and by February of our second year in Sanctuary Hills, we welcomed little Milly. Of course, both of our families made it their prerogative to come down and see the newest addition to the family. And although our house was crowded, I didn’t mind. It was lovely to see everyone again, and my husband was enjoying having his parents close by. For a week, everyone enjoyed themselves at our place,

catching up and cooing over our little sugar droplet. By the next Sunday, everyone started taking their leave, greeting us and everyone else and promising not to stay away too long. By Monday evening, we had the house to ourselves. Until Peter’s parents phoned and said they had missed their flight. What could we do? They stayed a while longer. A good few days later, they eventually made their flight — Peter made sure they did by driving them himself — and life seemed to return to normal. But over the next few months, the in-laws would drop by without warning, often staying for almost a week. I swallowed my agitation after a talk with my husband. He insisted it was good for our daughter to be close to her grandparents, and I agreed, albeit with a grimace. A few years of this made it seem normal for his parents to be so involved. Soon, though, the in-laws decided to save on travel costs by moving closer to us. In the end, they bought a house in the very town we chose to get away from our families. This is when I knew things would be getting out of hand. Boy, was my intuition right. I guess Peter enjoyed having his parents so close to him after spending almost a decade apart from his family, but the in-laws were getting too comfortable for my liking. Particularly after my husband, in a gesture of goodwill, gave them a set of keys to our home. You can imagine how often we saw them after they had free access to our home. And besides this, they kept bringing me new furniture to add to my house — something I didn’t take kindly to. Their intentions were presumably benign — they kept saying they were doing it all for Milly’s sake — but this eventually led to a series of uninvited alterations to our home décor. The situation reached a boiling point when they started to throw away the things I had chosen without my knowledge. Needless to say, I was fuming. Unable to tolerate the invasion of our privacy any longer, I implored my husband to take back the keys he had given them and establish some serious boundaries. To my great relief, Peter agreed. A fleeting semblance of peace followed, but it didn’t last long. Being a working mom, I raised my daughter to be self-sufficient. Milly would take the bus home from school and her dad would be there to meet her. Usually, he’d make her a snack while she settled down. What wasn’t ordinary, was for my daughter to call me as she got home in a panic, as she did two months after the in-laws moved into town. As I picked up the phone, I heard my sugar droplet’s voice. “Mom, dad won’t let me into the house and I can hear someone screaming.” My blood turned to ice and I could feel fear hastening my breath. “Milly, darling, who is screaming? Is it Dad?” “No, I can hear a woman’s voice.” “Have you spoken to your father at all?” “Mom, I don’t know what’s going on. All the doors are blocked and it looks like someones throwing things around upstairs.” “Milly, listen to me. Remain calm!” Funny, I couldn’t even follow my own advice. “I’m on my way. Wait for me in the park, love.” Following the chilling call from Milly, I raced to meet her at the park. On the way, I got a call from my husband. Ready to give him the talking-to of his life, I picked up. Then his voice sounded over my car’s bluetooth system, “Hi, I am calling to tell you that I got off work earlier than I expected. I’ll pick Milly up from school in 10 minutes.”