My mom’s new colonel boyfriend screamed straight in my face: “In this house I make the rules, I’m the man, I’m in command!” – for 2 weeks straight he made me fold towels like a lowly grunt, banned me from touching my phone, called me “the freeloading IT girl”… until the night he threw a “command dinner”, locked the study door, yelled it one more time… and just because of the thing I put on the desk, the whole line of officers in the hallway instantly went dead silent.
I kept my eyes on the mahogany paneling and the tiny framed American flag on his bookshelf instead of the…