When my son Ethan and his wife Claire arrived on my doorstep, I didn’t hesitate to offer them shelter after they lost their jobs.
I gave them the master bedroom, even put the house in Ethan’s name to help him secure a loan. At first, things were fine, but over time,
the dynamic shifted—Claire became ungrateful, and Ethan grew distant. Then one day, I returned home to find my suitcase packed
and Claire telling me it was time for me to leave.
Heartbroken, I ended up in a shelter that night. But by morning, I contacted a lawyer and discovered that Ethan
had improperly transferred the house into his name. It was still mine. I took legal action, evicted them, and reclaimed my home.
Though Ethan now barely contacts me, I’ve learned the importance of self-love, and how sometimes, even family
can take advantage. I’m at peace now, sitting in my chair by the window, with my heart and home finally mine again.
