“You have a stable marriage,” she replied. “You and Daniel can adapt. Tyler is depressed. He needs comfort.”
Tyler leaned back in his chair and stayed silent.
Something inside me snapped — not loudly, but cleanly.
I placed my coffee mug down and said, “Mom, you can take that idea and throw it in the trash right next to whatever mortgage papers you think give you control over this house.”
Her face immediately drained of color.
Then Tyler muttered, “This is why nobody in the family likes you.”
And that was the moment I realized they had never come to ask.
They had come to take…
My mother stood up so quickly her chair scraped harshly across the hardwood floor.
“I cannot believe you would talk to me like that,” she snapped.
