Just days before I was due to give birth, I asked my husband, Jake, to make arrangements for someone to care for our dog, Rich. He told me his mother, Abigail, would handle it.
The delivery was exhausting, yet seeing our baby for the first time made it all worthwhile. When we finally got back home—tired but elated—I noticed a note left on the kitchen counter. I expected a sweet “Welcome Home” greeting. Instead, it read: “You owe me $600 for looking after Rich. My time isn’t free. Here’s my bank information.”