
My DIL Crashed My Car after Taking It without Permission – She Refused to Pay for Repairs, but Karma Stepped In
I never imagined my day would start like this. I’m Sandra, 57, a widow, living in a quiet neighborhood where the most excitement usually comes from a barking dog or the mailman dropping the wrong package. My son, Derek, 28, and his wife, Lindsay, moved in with me last year. It was supposed to be temporary—just until they found a place of their own. But here we are, still under the same roof, and tension simmering like a pot about to boil over. Derek is a good man—always has been.