“Any normal mother would be happy to help her son when he is in a difficult situation,” he yelled. I asked him when the last time was that he had helped me with anything without me having to ask him first.
He could not answer because he only ever came over when he needed money or a babysitter for the kids. I told him that I had spent forty five years being the mother who always said yes but that those days were officially over.
“Are you seriously not going to let us move in on Saturday?” he asked with a look of pure disbelief. I told him that they were not coming and that my decision was final and absolute.
He stormed out of the house and slammed the front door while calling me heartless and cruel. I went to bed that night feeling a profound sense of peace because I had finally set a boundary with my son.
On Friday morning, Beverly picked me up and we went to the bank where I had been keeping a secret savings account. I had been depositing money from my side sewing jobs into that account for several years.
I made a large transfer and then we went straight to the real estate office to meet with Mr. Henderson. I signed the papers to purchase a beautiful small house in a quiet neighborhood called Oak Ridge.
“Are you absolutely sure about this, Mrs. Miller?” Mr. Henderson asked as he handed me the pen. I told him that this was the first truly important decision I had made for myself in my entire life.
I also signed the documents to finalize the sale of my current house in Fairhaven to a young couple who was eager to move in. Beverly cheered for me as we walked out of the office with the keys to my new life in my hand.
We spent the rest of the day packing my most important belongings into Beverly’s car and moving them to the new house. I took my sewing machine, my favorite clothes, and the photos of my grandchildren that I cherished.
That night I stayed at Beverly’s place and we celebrated with a nice dinner and a movie. I knew that Saturday morning was going to be the most dramatic day of my life but I felt ready for it.
When the moving truck arrived at my old house on Saturday morning, I was standing on the porch waiting for them. Randall and Penelope jumped out of their car followed by the kids and a confused-looking Gladys.