A month before my wedding, Gran advised, “You will discover marrying into a large family can have its pitfalls.”
“I already feel like I belong.”
“Let’s hope that lasts.”
Years later I remembered those words when a member of my husband’s family stated, “No in-law would know the family history we are discussing.”
I replied aloud, “I take umbrage with that,” and was ignored, so I left the room.
A few days later I received an e-mail from the speaker. “I was out of line. Sorry.”
The words felt like swallowing sweet jam, with a hint of invisible mold.
Written in response to Charli Mills August 15, 2019, prompt from Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a sweet jam. It can take you to the kitchen or the smokey room of a back-alley bar. What makes it sweet? Go where the prompt leads you!
08/19/2019 at 19:39
Nice take on the flash, Susan. I like that!
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08/20/2019 at 22:26
The analogy was fantastic! Sometimes I feel out of place with my in-laws, and I bet a lot of people can relate.
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08/21/2019 at 06:14
Thanks H.R.R. Unfortunately the comment happened recently, the apology didn’t.
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08/21/2019 at 08:14
đŸ˜¦ Sad! Oh noes!
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08/21/2019 at 00:17
Gran was wise, understanding that large families don’t always have room. It’s painful, not just the comment but that the character is ignored when she tries to assert her place among them. Moldy! Good was to put it.
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