I didn’t offer sympathy.
“I’m sure you’ll adjust.”
He stepped into the room.
“Look, I messed up.”
“Okay.”
“Sarah pushed, and I just went along with it. I shouldn’t have said those things. I’m sorry.”
I paused, setting the tape dispenser down.
I looked at my son.
“You didn’t just say things, David. You planned to put me in a home so you could take my house. You treated me like the hired help. An apology because you got caught in your own trap doesn’t erase the intent.”
He swallowed hard.
“So what? You’re just cutting us off completely?”
“I am establishing a boundary,” I clarified. “You are a grown man. It is time you lived like one.”
He stood there for a long moment, waiting for me to cave, waiting for the motherly instinct to rescue him to kick in, but the well was dry.
