mean.”
Unfortunately, I did.
She had begun to speak about me as though I were an obstacle rather than a person. Someone whose presence needed to be managed. Someone who had become inconvenient.
I nodded once.
“I agree that a peaceful environment is important. But I won’t be moving out of my own home.”
Then I turned around and returned to the kitchen.
I didn’t shout. I didn’t insult her. I didn’t threaten to throw their belongings into the street.
I finished making breakfast.
But something inside me had changed.
