Money.
Deposits.
Rent.
Savings.
It turned out that while I’d paid household expenses so they could save for a home, little serious saving had happened.
There had been takeout.
Designer baby clothes.
Expensive purchases.
A lifestyle built around the assumption that housing, food, utilities, cable, internet, and various other expenses would continue being somebody else’s responsibility.
On Wednesday evening, David found me wiping the kitchen counters.
“Mom?”
I turned.
He looked exhausted.
“We looked at apartments today.”
“How did that go?”
“Rent is crazy. We don’t have enough for first
