Outsider in My Own Marriage
I specifically accompany my wife, Sophie Caldwell, to visit her family during the holidays.
My mother-in-law, Margaret Jackson, brings over a basket of apples. Then, she says in a half-teasing manner, "These apples are meant for the Jacksons. Once you've had your apple, you'll be blessed with a life as sweet as these apples. By the way, outsiders aren't allowed to take the apples."
Everyone begins fighting for the apples happily. So, I grab an apple of my own too.
The next thing I know, the atmosphere in the living room goes eerily quiet.
Sophie drags me to a corner and starts berating me. "Are you so poor that you can't even afford to buy your own apple? Must you steal apples from my