My son told me he was tired of seeing me every day— so I quietly gathered the deed with only my name, called a kind agent; the morning the ‘SOLD’ sign touched the lawn, the two people who asked me to find ‘my own place’ finally saw what boundaries look like
I had just come back from the grocery store when my son said the words that split my life in two. He didn’t shout, didn’t even look angry, and that’s what made it worse. “Mom,” he said, standing by the kitchen counter. “I’m tired of seeing you every day.” At first, I thought he…
