I Broke My Arm and Leg Before My Dad Married My Moms Sister – They Still Made Me Plan the Wedding, So Grandma Showed Up and Dropped a Gift That Made Them Scream
I was nineteen when my father told me that my aunt Amanda was moving into our house. My mother had been gone less than a year. Her clothes were still in the closet. Her favorite mug still sat in the cabinet. The grief was fresh, raw, and heavy, and then my father dropped the news…