into a gaming room. By week four, groceries I bought disappeared overnight while Lorraine criticized me for “wasting money” on yogurt and fresh vegetables.
I tried setting boundaries.
Calmly.
“Please don’t use my office without asking.”
Lorraine smiled. “Family doesn’t need appointments.”
“Trevor, I need the car tomorrow.”
He laughed from my couch. “Daniel said I could use it.”
Every conversation ended the same way: Daniel rubbing his forehead and whispering, “Can you just be flexible? They’re going through a hard time.”
Apparently, their hard time required my home, my
