She crossed her arms and said, “You have more money than you need. Family should help family.”
I slowly stood up and locked eyes with my father. “Do you have any idea why the military pays me?”
The room went silent. “It pays me because I missed holidays, lived in dangerous places, and spent years serving my country. That money is mine. Not yours. And definitely not hers.”
Then I pointed toward Diane. “Tell your wife to stop talking about my finances and learn her place. If she crosses that line again, the politeness ends.-
