stared at him.
“You want me gone tomorrow, but you want my bank account to stay?”
“Don’t be vulgar.”
I reminded him that I had paid three years of rent.
That I had postponed buying my own home.
That I covered groceries, parking, utilities, and most of the furniture Madison now planned to use.
Dad interrupted me.
“You benefited from living here too. Stop acting like a martyr.”
“I only moved here because you said you couldn’t survive alone after Mom died.”
“That was three years ago. I’m better now.”
