I stood frozen as the video looped again on Grandma’s tablet.

"My husband is impotent!"

My voice. Slurred. Broadcasted.

Vivian stood behind her, smug as ever, arms folded like she’d just pulled the final card in a game I didn’t know I was playing.

“I…” I opened my mouth but no sound came out.

Grandma finally looked up, her eyes sharp. “Care to explain that humiliating display last night?”

I opened my mouth. Again, nothing. So I did what any cornered woman with no good excuse would do.

I burst into tears.

“I didn’t mean to,” I whimpered, sinking to my knees. “I just wanted to forget, okay?”

Grandma didn’t...