Linda gasped softly, her hand fluttering to her chest.
“David, you didn’t.”
David’s face turned bright red.
“Mom, that was out of context. I was just stressed.”
“Context doesn’t erase the truth of how you feel,” I corrected calmly. “You feel I am a burden. You feel this house, which I own, should be yours. You feel my money, which I earned, should fund your lifestyle. And now you feel I should move into an assisted living facility I don’t need just so you can play house without paying a mortgage.”
Sarah’s eyes flashed.
“Teresa, that is completely unfair. We are trying to help you.”
“You are trying to help yourselves,” I countered, my voice never rising above a conversational tone. “But that’s perfectly fine because I agree with you, David.”
He blinked, confused.
“You… You agree?”
“I agree that living together is no longer viable,” I stated.
