I decided I couldn’t stand the disrespect when my granddaughter Ashley kicked me out after I got married at eighty. Together with my new husband, Harold, we hatched a bold scheme to impart to her a lesson she would never forget, which would cause a clash that would permanently affect our family. I never imagined I would be recounting this, yet here we are.
We call Margaret my name. I raised Ashley after her parents passed away and lived with her. She booted me out but when I informed her I was marrying Harold, “You’re too old for a wedding dress.” I felt so deceived after everything I had done for her. Harold welcomed me inside his house, and we were married in a little ceremony. We agreed to teach Ashley respect.
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