A complete stranger was going to occupy my guest room which was the very space I had worked so hard to furnish using my own personal savings. I kept my voice incredibly calm even though I felt like something precious was breaking into a thousand pieces inside of me.
“Randall, this is my house because I am the one who bought it with my own money,” I said while looking him directly in the eyes. “I pay every single bill and the deed is recorded solely in my name.”
He actually laughed at me as if I had just told a very funny joke and as if a woman of my age had no right to have an opinion about her own life. That laugh hurt much more than any shout or insult could have because it was filled with pure contempt and a sense of unearned superiority.
“Oh Mom, please do not be so dramatic about this temporary situation,” he said while waving his hand dismissively. “It is only until we find something bigger and having extra company will actually be very good for your mental health.”
“You should not be living alone at your age because what would happen if you fell and no one was around to notice?” he asked with a fake tone of concern. There was that manipulative phrase my children always used when they wanted to force me into doing something that benefited them.
It was as if turning seventy had suddenly made me incapable of logical thought or as if my decades of life experience meant nothing compared to the decisions of a forty-year-old man. He could not even provide a decent home for his own family yet he felt qualified to manage my entire existence.
The truth was that I was much better off living alone than I ever was during the long years when I was married to a demanding man. I could watch my favorite cooking shows without anyone changing the channel and I could cook exactly what I wanted to eat every single night.
I had finally learned how to use my smartphone and I had a wonderful group chat with my neighbors where we shared news and support. I walked in the local park every single morning and I certainly did not need anyone to look after me like I was a helpless child.
“When exactly do you plan to bring everyone over here?” I asked while hiding the cold determination that was beginning to settle in my heart. He did not notice the change in my tone because he was too busy assuming that I was still the same submissive woman I used to be.