My Daughter-In-Law Said I Wasn’t Welcome After Surgery. They Left Me Shivering In A Discharge Gown. I Drove Home, Saw New Locks On My Door, And Then I—

My son forgot to pick me up from the hospital, so I rented a car, drove home, and found out they’d changed the locks, so I changed the will.

“I did not forget to pick you up, Delilah. I chose not to. So what? Let them wheel your old corpse into the hospital morgue and leave you there. Honestly, every time I see you, I want to throw up.”