When I asked for quiet, my request was brushed aside. Something in me finally shifted. Calmly, firmly, I told them it was time to leave and that I could no longer offer my home as their solution.
There were protests and disbelief, but I stood my ground. Within an hour, their belongings were packed, and they walked out the door. I wished them well and closed it behind them, reclaiming my space.I don’t know where they went, but I trust they will find their way.
My home is peaceful again, and I have rediscovered something important — my dignity. I love my son, and I always will, but love does not require sacrificing one’s well-being. I am not just a mother; I am a woman who has earned the right to comfort, respect, and tranquility in her own home.
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