A Bad Mom
Joe stood between them, raising his hands in a placating motion. “That’s plenty for both of you. Jennifer, sit down. “Mom, let us talk.” “Mom, this has to stop,” he stated firmly, attempting to keep his voice calm. “Jennifer is my wife, and I won’t stand for you treating her this way.” Petunia’s eyes narrowed. “I am merely expressing the truth, Joe. Joe’s rage boiled over. “That is not for you to decide. Jennifer is my wife, and I adore her.” But Petunia was not finished. She followed Jennifer out of the kitchen, shouting insults with each step.
A Bad Mom
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