I moved in with my son and DIL after my retirement because my lease ended. Yesterday, my DIL said, “You can’t expect to live here for free. This is not a shelter!” I just smiled.
Today, she and my son froze when I revealed I had bought the house they were living in—six years ago. It’s funny how life turns sometimes. You raise your kids, teach them to tie their shoes, cheer them on at school plays, and hold their hands when they’re afraid of the dark.
Then one day, you’re standing in your own son’s living room, being told you’re a burden. When I retired, I had no plans of moving in with anyone. I had my own place, quiet and simple.
But my building got sold, and the new rent was nearly double. So, I asked my son if I could stay for a bit while I figured things out. He said yes.
He even smiled and called me “Mom” like he used to when he was a boy. His wife, Lena, said it was fine too, but I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t thrilled. At first, it wasn’t too bad.
I stayed out of their way. Cleaned up after myself. Cooked dinner a few nights a week.
I even watched their dog, Pickles, while they were at work. I figured it was a temporary setup. But over the months, the comments started to roll in.
Small things. Lena would sigh loudly whenever I used the washer. She’d remind me not to touch her organic snacks, even if I was the one who did the grocery shopping.
One time, I left a light on in the hallway and she muttered, “Guess the electric bill’s on us, too.”
I let it go. I knew people said things in frustration. Maybe they were stressed.
But yesterday, while I was folding towels in the laundry room, I overheard them talking. “She can’t just live here rent-free forever,” Lena snapped. “This isn’t a shelter.
She’s not our responsibility.”
There was a pause. Then my son, my only child, said, “I’ll talk to her.”
He didn’t defend me. Didn’t remind her that I raised him alone after his father left.
Or that I worked two jobs to keep food on the table. Nothing. Just: I’ll talk to her.
When Lena walked in later that day and made the “shelter” comment to my face, I just smiled. Today, after breakfast, I asked them to sit down. “I have something to tell you,” I said, calmly sipping my tea.
They looked uneasy. “I bought this house,” I said. “Six years ago.”
Lena blinked.
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