One day, my wife pleaded with me to allow the son of her closest friend to live with us.
One day, my wife pleaded with me to allow the son of her closest friend to live with us. She and the boy’s mother were best friends growing up, and after her friend passed away, the boy had no one to turn to. My wife wanted to help him out. I was skeptical at first. We had agreed that no family members would live with us once we go t married. But technically, he wasn’t family. After much pleading, I finally gave in. The next day, a very handsome, tall, light-skinned boy in his early 20s moved into our house. I noticed my wife was always in his room, talking and laughing with him. When I complained, she explained that she didn’t want him to feel the loss of his mother and was trying to keep him company. She even taught him how to drive with my car, which became the first car he ever drove. The day I asked him to wash the car, my wife got upset. She spent the day squeezing her face, and when I asked her why, she said she didn’t want him to feel like we were maltreating him. “Maltreating...