My mother-in-law thought I was a poor, useless housewife… then she threw boiling water at me, kicked me out of my own home, and the next morning opened the front door to find the police, a locksmith, and my lawyer.
“Your mother just threw boiling water on me… and your response was to tell me not to make a scene.” Those were the last words I said to David before hanging up. I was standing on the sidewalk in front of my own house—in a gated community in Charlotte—with my blouse stuck to my shoulder…
