We agreed to a maximum of a few months.

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The aim was to save some money while there, buy our own place, and work things out from there.

Mom’s house wasn’t big. It was a comfortable three-bedroom suburban home, and while the area wasn’t very vast, she compensated by being kind. She offered us the guest room, prepared supper every night like clockwork, and even did our washing without our request!

You’d think it was wonderful, but the walls were thin and the air was dense with tension, the kind that comes from three adults squeezed into a room designed for pleasant weekend visits. It seemed like we were overstaying our welcome, but we hadn’t saved enough money to acquire anything worthwhile.

So I rejected my gut instinct and we continued to live with Mom.
It wasn’t that my mother