She was his wife’s bitch sister
Wife’s bitch sister “Honey don’t be like that,” Jane, my wife of four years, said as she did her makeup. I had just told her I wanted to stay home and let her go to her sister’s house by herself. Her sister hated me. Her sister looked down on me. Her sister belittled me. I hadn’t done anything wrong; it was simply that I was blue-collar, and in Ginny’s eyes, I wasn’t good enough for one of the Keller sisters. The self-proclaimed princesses of Sycamore, Illinois. It wasn’t as if they came from money. They grew up in a working-class … Read more