“I changed my locks.”
“She says that’s basically the same thing.”
“It isn’t.”
He sighed.
“And you refused the laundry.”
“Yes.”
“And you stopped helping with groceries.”
“Yes.”
He looked at me as though waiting for guilt to finish the conversation.
It didn’t.
“Mom, you’re making things really hard.”
“I think things feel hard because you’re doing more of them yourselves.”
His forehead tightened.
“You’ve always helped us.”
“I know.”
“So why stop now?”
I leaned back.
“Last Sunday, I finally saw the pattern clearly.”
David looked away.
“It was
