Then came the pièce de résistance: on her suitcase, which had been dragged to the front hallway, was a neon pink note that read: “Time to move back home. Our passive-aggressive starter pack is now complete!”

When she saw it all, Linda blinked once, twice, her eyes slowly scanning each note like she couldn’t believe what she was reading.

“Are you… are you kicking me out?” she asked. Her voice wasn’t trembling from sadness; it was trembling from fury barely held in check.

Jason stood across from her, arms crossed and calm as a mountain.

“I’m asking you to leave our home. There’s a difference,” he said.

Her mouth fell open like she’d been slapped.

“You’re choosing her over your own mother?!”

“I’m choosing respect, Mom,” Jason replied. “And if you can’t show that to my wife in our house, then yes, I’m choosing her.”

The silence that followed was volcanic.

Then the meltdown began!

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