“You don’t have to kick her out. Just suggest that she’d be happier somewhere else, for her own good.”
Silence from my son.
And then: “I’ll think about it. I’ll think about it.”
My son.
My only son.
Was going to think about it.
File three.
January 8th, 2025.
Emily with her friends in the living room drinking wine while I prepared snacks in the kitchen.
“You guys have no idea how lucky I am. My mother-in-law does everything in the house so I can focus on my career. That’s why I got the promotion, because I don’t have to worry about anything domestic.”
“And she doesn’t charge you?”
“Charge me? She lives here for free. Of course she doesn’t charge. Besides, she sold her house and gave Daniel the money. It’s like her way of paying to live with us.”